Costa Rica... where I am a Chica. Where the sun rises and sets, Central America, monkeys, sloths, and iguanas, where the Rainforest is threatened, where rice and beans are married, bromieliads, pineapples, and tangerlimes, Nissian Frontiers, and big black vultures. San Vito. Mot Mots, Makaws, and hummingbirds. Where the tucannon sits on the tree tops calling out, where palm oil is made, where banana trees thrive, where we try to speak Spanish, the place where coffee beans grow, and chocolate is sacred. Las Cruses Biological Station. Rio Java, 7 miles hikes, lunches to go. 14 mile hike just to find the head waters. Species diversity, and species richness is high everywhere, adventures around every corner, malissa trail, water trail, gamboa trail, ridge trail was the hardest, crazy drivers, and beautiful people, where the ocean reaches out and grabs the coconuts from the trees, plants that race to the top to bless themselves with the sun. Mosquito bites and itching cream. Soccer f...
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