Happy 4th of July! I visited the Little America of Costa Rica today. We took a taxi journey to Escazu, the most expensive town in the entire country. We spent the afternoon at a huge mall… all I bought was some gelato and roasted almonds, but it was fun to feel like we were in the states for awhile. In the evening we went to an American expat 4th of July Celebration. We ate lots of junk food, watched a parade, listened to patriotic music and watched fireworks! Hope everyone had a great 4th back in the states, we should had fun celebrating in Costa Rica!
Monday, July 4, 2011
4th of July: “How often we fail to realize our good fortune in living in a country where happiness is more than a lack of tragedy.” -Paul Sweeney
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Parte dos: “Don’t ask yourself what the world needs, ask yourself what makes you come alive. And then go and do that. Because what the world needs is people who are alive.” – Howard Thurman
Our journey through Costa Rica to Manual Antonio was long and curvy, but being Phillips girls we had no problem chatting for several hours to pass the time. On our way we stopped at Rio Tárcoles, where we spotted crocodiles lazing on the shore.
Manual Antonio was filled with wildlife. While we lounged by our hotel pool a troop of monkeys decided to make an appearance. There were about 20 of them in total.
Our tour through the national park introduced us to many more animals. Here are just a few:
“In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.” -John Muir
Our next adventure was amazing. Here is what happened… I was standing on the edge of a nearly 200 foot waterfall, attached to nothing, wearing a harness
, prepared to walk down the waterfall. I peered over the edge, inching closer and closer until I felt my life was at risk. Soon it was my turn. I was about to repel down a waterfall. Not next to the waterfall, not near to it, but directly in it.
It was insane. The water pummeled our legs as we carefully lowered ourselves down the face of the falls. It was incredible. Thousands of gallons of water rushed by creating a deafening roar. Unfortunately, I didn’t have my camera, but I stole these from online to show you what we did.
All in all I had an excellent time with my family. To be honest, when they left, I couldn’t help but wish I was on the plane with them. I love Costa Rica and all of the wonderful experiences I have had here; but I miss my family and Iowa. It will be wonderful to return and see everyone again.
I will make the most of my next month in Costa Rica. I don’t want to miss out on a single minute of my Costa Rican Journey.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Parte Uno Costa Rica y mi familia: “You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them.” -Desmond Tutu
As I sat waiting at the airport, checking the time on my phone every two minutes, and starting to worry that they weren’t coming a mere five minutes after there flight was supposed to have landed, I had butterflies in my stomach. When I saw a man walk by me with a sign with my mom name on, I nearly ran over to him to share my excitement. I restrained myself then; however, I was unsuccessful at holding back a few tears when I finally saw my mom, my aunt, and my cousin walk out the doors of the airport and into the beautiful Costa Rican sun. After quickly hugging everyone, and whipping away my tears, my mom looked up at me and remarked, “I forgot how tall you were.” I just gave her another hug.
We were quickly shuffled into our van and headed for Arenal volcano, where we would spend our first three days. Our resort was directly below the steaming mountain, and the sight of it looming above greeted us each morning. Midway through breakfast, it would become blanketed by a swirl of clouds, condensing around its warm peak. (Meanwhile, a waitress was spilling coffee on us…several mornings in a row).
Our first full day was spent lounging in the warm swimming pool, a surprise to us when we first stuck our toes in. The swimming pool is filled with water that flows directly from the river that comes from the volcano. Naturally heated and full of minerals, the water was about 100 degrees when it reached our swimming pool.
That night we did a walk along the foot of the volcano. the hike ended at a view point of the peak where we waited, hoping to see lava gush from its top… but after waiting for a little while, and hearing hungry growls from our stomachs, we gave up and headed to the hot springs.
Fourteen pools, filled with steaming water, wound their way through Tabacon resort to create a magical scene. As I sat, a waterfall massaging my back, the steam rose and clouded the perfect starry night sky. I dug my toes into the volcanic rock and sand that covered the floor of the pools and tried to clear my mind. The darkness created a romantic seclusion for my mind to wander and for my body to relax and take in my surrounding. The beautiful sound of many waterfalls, the sweet smell of the tropical flowers, the heat of the steam rising to cushion my face and the hot water I was sitting in, perfectly warm, not scalding, at 120 degrees. Completely natural and pure, a truly healing experience.
At peace with our body’s and mind’s we returned to our resort and were asleep my ten o’clock, a trend we didn’t realize we were setting until several days later when we were teasing Maggie when she was still awake at nine. The next day was not exactly a purifying experience, nonetheless, it was a blast. We swung through the trees like the monkeys we encountered at our next destination on a canopy zip line tour.
The first three days of our trip were fantastic (besides the coffee always being spilled on us…). I had forgotten how much I loved spending time with my family. Actually, I had never forgotten it. I was just reminded of how great they truly are. I was also reminded that traveling with girls is a little different from what I’m used to. They made me shower every day! How ridiculous! My weekends spent with my guy friends and hostels have put showering and beauty a little lower on the totem pole than most people would expect of a nineteen-year-old girl, but with a little prodding, my family was able to convince me to shower regularly and do my hair (pictures were being taken and I didn’t want to be the ugly duckling!)
Spending time with my mom, Gail, and Maggie was wonderful. The first three days of our adventure were fun, relaxing, and a perfect time to catch up. I knew the second half of our week promised to be just as great.
Friday, June 24, 2011
“A daughter is a little girl who grows up to be a friend.”–Unknown Author
Thursday, June 23, 2011
“There is nothing in the world so much like prayer as music is.” -William P. Merrill
Normally I would be posting my upcoming weekend plans on Thursday, but I am not leaving on a trip tomorrow. I am extremely fortunate to have my mom, my aunt Gail, and cousin Maggie coming to visit me this weekend. I am so excited to see them. I miss my family a lot. I have never gone more than a few weeks without seeing them, and now I have been gone for nearly two months; it is high time for a mother daughter reunion.
I can honestly say that I don’t remember the last time I have been this relaxed or happy. Every experience in your life changes you. I learned how to work hard and accept change when I moved to Germany, I grew up when I went to college, and I have learned a very important lesson while I have been in Costa Rica. Live. I have been so focused on completing every goal, finishing every task in record time, and doing everything perfectly that I haven’t stepped back and enjoyed my life. Now I know that it is ok to take a little longer, make a few mistakes, and do things simply because you enjoy it. Now you can find me reading my book in a hammock on the beach while the rest of the world sleeps, and dancing merengue with a bunch of gringos and thoroughly enjoying every minute of it.
I have made so many wonderful memories with people here. I love the friends I have made. We have inside jokes and nicknames. We can make fun of each other one moment and have deep conversations and share secrets the next. A few of my friends recently wrote a song for our Spanish class called Pura Vida. Pura vida… it is way of life, a mentality, a mindset, an attitude that we could all use a little more of in our lives. It translates to pure life, but the ticos use it constantly. It is like a little reminder all the time that every thing will be ok, don’t worry, relax, enjoy. The song was amazing. One guy played the guitar, one played the charango, and one played the colones (he literally jingled the coins in his hands and it sounded great). My friend who sang has a beautiful voice and being me, I started to get emotional and tear up. I am so impressed by what the guys did. The lyrics and the music were just perfect.
| Caminando en la lluvia Entre las casas llena de color Mi hermano en las calles Estar tocando los colones Es la pura vida Pura Vida En la arena estoy descalza La lleva suave y despacia mi amor El sonido de los aves Resonando y tu sabes Es la pura vida Pura Vida | Walking in the rain Between the colorful houses Mi brother in the street Is playing the colones It’s the pura vida Pura vida In the sand I am barefoot Take it smooth and slow my love The sound of the birds Resounds and you know It’s the pura vida Pura vida |
a“A painter paints pictures on canvas. But musicians paint their pictures on silence.” -Leopold Stokowski