Saturday, June 12
Awaking early once more and doing my yoga, I learned that Derek does a yoga practice in the morning as well. I needed to get us up and going because Saturday we were going on a field trip. Whole grain pancakes and fruit for breakfast and then we got a ride to the bus stop. The walk out of here is about a mile and a half uphill. We waited about 10 minutes for the bus and then made our way to Hacienda Baru, a 300 acre wild life refuge. The plan was to find animals and go on the zip lines.
Derek lent me the book, Monkeys are Made of Chocolate. The author, Jack Ewing, and his wife are caretakers at the refuge. I met him upon our arrival in the reception center. He signed the book that I purchased and told me his story. Jack also gave me another article to read about how he came to be in Costa Rica from the Quepolandia.
We had some time before the tour so the boys and I took the walking trail towards the Pacific Ocean. We saw many Pizotes, which are a cross between a raccoon and a pig. We saw leafcutter ants, army ants, and various butterflies. No other humans were on the trail. When we reached the beach, there were plenty of crabs running sideways. Ethan wanted to stab and eat some, but I reminded him that the animals on the property were protected.
The time came for the zip line tour. Seven people were in our group with two guides. I had fun speaking with the guides in my broken Spanish. After getting our gear on, we hiked for 45 minutes. On our hike, we saw some bats lined up in a tree, we saw two and three-toed sloths, lots of insects and butterflies as well as a golden orb spider, which is of the large variety. We ate termites, which they said tasted like peanut butter. It’s not true, but the taste was interesting and kind of good. We saw how natives used to close cuts with large soldier ants whose pincers easily cut through leaves and don’t released once they grasp onto something. Lizards were plentiful throughout. Variegated squirrels, hummingbirds and other flying animals abound.
When we finally made it to the zip lines, Ethan and Aaron were given the privilege of going first most of the time. The zip lines were fast and fun. They weren’t the biggest available, yet they were perfect for us. On the last one we went backwards and that added a whole new dimension. Afterwards, we had lunch in their restaurant. We hitched a ride with some tourists in their cab up to the next town to catch the bus. I spoke the best Spanish and negotiated with the driver, who wanted to make as much as he could off the gringos. In Domincal, we waited for the bus. Ethan offered to pay to take the cab all the way home, which would cost about $20 more than the bus. The driver was a pirate that kept changing his rate—no good.
The bus ride home was quick (by CR standards). I met two people on the bus who would later that night show up at Fuente Verde. On our walk back to the house (1.5 miles) a friend of the family we are with hitched a ride with a pick up truck. We piled in the back for about .5 mile and walked the rest of the way.
Preparation for a potluck was going on. Lots of awesome smells-baked bread, fruit, salads, pies, roast leg of lamb (from the farm). Friends came from all around. Everyone brought food, drink and their families. There were so many people here that I lost count. Every single person I met was friendly and open to deep conversation. No one here was a Tico. Most people were from the US, but some other countries were also represented. The conversation revolved around why we were all here in Costa Rica and what we were about. No one talked about what they did for a living, their education, money, or any other thing that might be part of conversation between new people. We listened to people playing guitar, sang songs, ate, talked and laughed. Kids ran around outside playing various forms of tag. It was the latest I stayed up so far. A new volunteer arrived from Canada today, her name is Dominique.