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... every Saturday morning, and we’d planned to acquire fresh fruit then and there. I drove our Yaris, an embarrassing car to say the least, on the 45 minute trip to Quepos and we perused the offerings of some 30 vendors. I located a vendor selling white meat pineapple, my favorite, as well as cantaloupe and fresh picked bananas. We then headed to Manuel Antonio for a day on the beach.
We were greeted by our friend Maryfe, and ...
... a prime nesting site. Lana got some fantastic photos of the birds with the assistance of Rafael's spotting scope. Sighting ten of them at one time is really unusual. They are mostly extinct except for the region of the country where we are staying, and even here it is estimated that there are only 400.
The main event of the day was a trip to Manuel Antonio National Park, which sits on the Pacific coast about a forty minute drive from our hotel. ...
... Rica, Rafael and Coca were clearly watching for an opportunity for what OAT calls learning and discovery. This is when an unplanned event or activity presents itself, and the group stops to investigate. Our stopping at the sugar cane mill was an example of such an event. In our experience, learning and discovery account for some of the highlights with the trips we have taken with OAT.
The learning and ...
... right next to the beach with a sweet pool and cabinas, beautiful views and a wonderful group of people here. A woman, Jamie Wood, has gathered some good-vibe young women for a yoga retreat, so we are thriving from their good energy too. Silas got to surf some, play soccer some and we have all spent lots of time in the ocean and pool. More lately in the pool, actually since some sting rays scared us off from ...
It would be 9 pm before we’d arrive back at Bejuco, after a
dinner stop at El Rancho, where Chris and I enjoyed burned pork ribs.
It was only minutes
after returning, that we were all back in our chairs, listening to the surf,
and admiring the black star-lit night.
That was…until I noticed something unusual. One of the screens of the porch had been torn
open, with a hole big enough for a person my size ...