We just got back from an amazing trip to Costa Rica with my family, and I miss it already! Those of you who know me or my family can imagine what a feat this was... all four of us kids are the most randomly accident-prone people in existence ...yeah... (injury stories to come later). I love traveling with my family!I loved being in the jungle around all that green. I love San Jose because of / in spite of what a huge, bustling, dirty, colorful city it is. I loved seeing all the creepy-crawly creatures in the tidepools at dusk. I loved the food. I love all the sweet, wonderful people we met. I loved all the hand-painted signs and murals. I loved translating and trying to answer our taxi driver's questions about what driving in the snow is like. I love being on the road.
And, as the title of this post suggests... sorry. I couldn't help myself.
So, we get into San Jose in the morning after a loooong overnight flight, and first thing I do? Explore the graveyards!
Blue Morpho butterflies - they look really exotic, but dude, they're everywhere.
I fell in love with all the small creatures that both are so elegant and so poisonous...
All these bright yellow pit vipers made me happy... I've always had a thing for snakes. So cool!
We visited a butterfly garden! It was so cool to watch the butterflies hatching from cocoons.
On the right are pitcher plants:
My two cutie brothers at Playa Negra in Puerto Viejo.
One of my favorite walls I have ever seen:
These guys were just posing for me. I swear.
My lovely sister.
Agapi, our little place, staffed by the best people ever.
I always wondered if they meant "snake bite specialists"... I dunno, maybe there are some super treacherous worms out there...
I suppose now's a good time to explain how accident-prone my family is. We went on a 2 day rafting trip, and we stopped on the shore for lunch. My dad was trying to take a picture and slipped and fell on some rocks, cracking a few ribs and getting a nasty head wound. I'm mostly fluent in Spanish, but on this trip I got to learn some new phrases, like, "Please wear this lead vest while you translate from inside the x-ray room".
Next injury: my little sister crashes her rented cruiser bike riding to the bar.
Next injury: my little brother crashes his rented cruiser bike riding home from the bar.
Next injury: I get stung on the lip by a wasp. Twice. This happened at night as I was getting ready for bed, and my lip swelled up so much I looked like a cartoon character. I could barely talk, my lip was so big. Regretfully, I just laughed and went to bed without taking a picture of myself in the mirror, and it was better by morning. I looked so awesome and ridiculous, but you'll just have to take my word for it.
Boa constrictors: this is why you don't wander around the jungle at night.
Best restaurant menu ever.
I look just like Tarzan. Obviously.
My mom at the market in San Jose: