Trip Start Jun 24, 2006
18Trip End Aug 10, 2006
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Today we rafted. The river was beautiful. The color of a cafe latte took me a moment to get used to (it rains so much here this time of year, that brown water is normal). The river ran through rainforest. Jungle. Holy shit and hot damn. I nearly went overboard on one or two occasions. Which is really what you are paying for anyway, right? The water was not hot but not cold either. It was, you might say, Luke warm. Ever since I was a kid, I thought luke warm was a strange saying. Maybe because I grew up with Luke Wilson. Whom I would describe as Luke Asshole COld.
We stopped along the way for some watermelon and continued down the rio. We shared a raft with newlyweds on their honeymoon from Colorado. At least 2 a day, Adam and I are asked if we are married, engaged, boyfriend and girlfriend. No one seems satisfied to hear that we are just friends. When someone asks if I am married, my first reaction is to laugh out loud. I am so fucking far from thinking about getting married, that the question sounds like a joke. And then I remember I am nearly 25 years old, and the question is not so preposterous. The funny thing is, in many ways I feel younger now that I did a few years ago. How do I explain that I am still a kid, only pretending to know whatīs going on, just learning my new profession, still playing dress-up? I canīt really, so I settle for: no, weīre just friends.
It was fantastic. Tomorrow the beaches and jungles, Wednesday maybe surf lessons or a snorkeling dolphin trip or something else stereotypically costa rican.
It is the wet season, and when the rains fall, the fall with force. It remains warm around the clock and a few hours of down pour actually end some of the fierce humidity that hangs in the air. Last night in my tiny single bed, I felt the air sticking to my body as it hung around our room. The image of layered jello (the kind grandmothers patiently make by letting yellow set, then pouring on blue) popped into my sleepy mind. The humidity here feels like a old womanīs dessert.
I donīt have any pictures of the river trip, because it wouldīve surely ruined my camera. But I will take her to Manuel Antonio tomorrow and share a bit of paradise with you as soon as possible.