Monthly Archives: August 2012

Jurassic Park…


Just sayin’… I live in Jurassic Park; no kidding! It is amazing how lush, incredibly lush it is here in Costa Rica. There are different types of climates here: the beach is hot/not warm – but beautiful; the drive from where I live to Panama for my first Visa Run was awe-inspiring/not boring – and beautiful. You’d think that after 7-hours of gasping in wonder, I’d be worn out and begin to take the vistas for granted… Not!

I’m pretty sure Jurassic Park was filmed here and I definitely discovered why. I even saw areas where I wouldn’t have been one bit surprised to see a gigantic dinosaur dwarfed by the foliage of the many mountain ranges we traversed.

I”m used to seeing ONE mountain range at a time. This trip was up and over more than several of them, through rainforest, beach, pasture lands, African palm plantations with old old wooden houses for the help, and many many rivers flowing from those mountains to the ocean. And you know what I missed seeing? I don’t know if “missed” is the correct way to say it or not, but in 7 hours of passing through all this glorious beauty I did not see ANY clear-cuts! I think they take the trees out of the mangroves along the coastlines instead, and not to the extent of how the US clear-cuts their supposedly pristine federal parklands. Anyway, moving along… the vistas were incredible and made a long trip entertaining, to say the least.

It’s difficult to portray to you in words and with a single picture the beauty and diversity of this country, so I’m going to turn you on to a couple who retired here named The Brownes who have created a library of over a hundred videos of their experiences in Costa Rica. Three of those videos will give you more of an idea of what it is like here than I can capture. Enjoy, and check out their website for more info and insights!


Replace the number 103 with 105 and then 116 for more exploring!


The last couple of days it’s been in the 80’s during the day, high 60’s morning and evening, with humidity in the 80’s. And I’m COLD!!! I need sweats! Of course I didn’t bring anything warm with me when I moved here. So, I’m piling on the layers and thankfully have some really fun heavy wool socks that are my best friends lately. I guess I’m acclimated, right? 66 degrees is cold?? Yep. It’s winter here right now. The mornings are simply glorious with the sun brightening the jungle and the farm as if it’s early fall in the pacific northwest. Around 1pm in the afternoon it begins to cloud up and some terrific storms roll in and around our mountain top for the rest of the afternoon. All electrical outlets are unplugged so the lightening doesn’t fry the tv or computer. By 4:30 or so the sun begins to go down and I seriously consider going to bed, getting warm under the covers and reading my most recent favorite book.  I think it’s time for a Walmart run for sweats…

Warm… Warmer….

It’s getting warm here… necessitating afternoon naps and evidencing wilted clothing and energies. I’m getting used to wearing clothing at home showcasing upper arms that haven’t seen the sun for five decades. No choice. I’m so hot I don’t even care anymore… or maybe it’s my age and I’ve finally gotten to a place where I really don’t care what people think of my body anymore. Shiver… (intellectually/emotionally anyway – certainly not in any other way). And it’s winter… At the beach, in the pristine setting above, you will experience even warmer weather… really it’s just plain hot and the humidity is always high. I’m not partial to the ocean here because of the warmth. It’s totally enervating to me. Nice to look at from a hammock at the top of the hills overlooking the beach where you might catch a few stray cool breezes. I understand now why the other grandma in the familia takes 3 showers and launders every day.  I’m getting used to sweating completely through all the clothes I have on after walking what the U.S. would consider a few blocks. Or before a rain when the humidity climbs to such a degree that just sitting in place there’s sweat running down my face. Hey! It’s paradise, right? Paradise in Winter. I’ve got 3 months to get used to this before Summer begins…

If you’re interested in some of my woowoo stories, check them out on my website under Journeys/Lately at

I’ll be back to posting in two weeks cuz next week I’ll be in David, Panama on a Visa Run. More later, gater!

How are you feeling…

The new people I meet here have this one question in common… how do I feel about living in Costa Rica. Is it too hot. Are the people being friendly to me. Am I finding my way around….

This country’s culture is based on feelings. It’s amazing to me that someone I don’t even know – the taxi driver – is concerned about my emotional comfort. And I am relaying this without any exaggeration whatsoever.

Not having the language is a barrier that feels like a wall… and is. I have a few words and a few verbs that I mangle routinely, but the effort, the attempt I make to have a discussion is considered valuable. Thank goodness for Google Translate! Before I go anywhere I think up sentences that would be either nice to say or necessary to achieve a goal, and put them in my back pocket. I keep my grocery receipts so I can study the names of things I just bought. I’m almost ready for People Magazine in Spanish. And, of course, I have notes from my tutor and books to study that I don’t.  Being a passive observer on hour-long bus rides or in lines waiting for my turn with the cashier is tuning my brain and I’m recognizing words I want to learn because they have such emotional resonance as I’m listening to people talk without knowing the language, but recognizing the body language.

And I think, too, that my own emotional state of happiness and contentment is recognized by the Ticos (people) here, becoming a bridge that’s easily accessed and understood. Lovin’ the life, my friends… lovin’ the life!