05/27/2011
As I looked out of the window of the 757 at the fluffy white cumulus clouds making weird shapes in the heavens I starting reflecting on our trip.
We arrived at the airport at about 5:30am for our departing flight (we all woke up at around 4:30am) and gloomily filed into the crowded check-in area. The cloud of grumpiness that had surrounded the group for the past few days hung particularly low as we walked onto the plane and bid our final farewell to Costa Rica.
It had been a great trip and the other students kept saying: “I don’t what to go home!” “I want to stay here!” This was very annoying because I had been hearing the same two lines for the past few days. Yes, Costa Rica was a beautiful place with color, life, and adventure that I do want to go back to someday, but I don’t think that I will miss it to the same degree as my fellow students so outwardly proclaimed.
I wanted to go home. I didn’t want to stay there forever, because if I or anyone else had stayed, all the things that we thought to be so fascinating would become commonplace, normal, or even boring. When I posed this statement to some of the other students they said “No way, I would never get sick of this place!” This was just a flat out lie. Everyone gets sick of where they live every now and then, even if you really love where you live, hence why people travel. To see something new and to live some were else for a while makes that new place so much more exciting. And boy did we live.
Memories of tampon stealing monkeys, diving Cano island, zip-lining through the jungle, finding poison frogs, playing queen of the log, capturing spiders in your underpants, dancing with the locals, losing
Becky, the flashlight walk, boxers or briefs, making tortillas with the villagers, spotting crocodiles, coco the dog, walking through the jungle in the rain, touring the coffee processing facility, giving sea anemones cough drops, three course dinner at the Pura Vida hotel, first (and only) drink (I only finished half), sandwiches at Cocolitas beach, Suicidal crabs and Drake bay beach, hunting blue/yellow spotted limpets at Jinetes beach, waking up to the sound of scarlet macaws and going to sleep to the sound of the ocean.
These and many more memories were made when we were in Costa Rica and if we are lucky, we will be able to create more memories when we return to the rich coast.
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Yes, I do believe it is very true…great blog!
PS…I would like to thank you all for taking the time to write in this blog/journal so that we (the parents and friends) could hear about what you are doing and most importantly…know that you are all still ok! It was very appreciated….THANK YOU!!!
I’m just saying that I DEFINITELY wouldn’t get sick of that place. But to each their own.