Day 1 in Costa Rica.
The drive was worth it! We woke up to a breathtaking view. Waking up first, I decided to explore the surroundings and make sure all was safe. After all, who knew if a howler monkey or its troop would wake the family, or if a sloth would leap from a tree and chase me!
I ventured down a path carved into the side of the mountain. I could hear rushing water, and I eventually came to the creek. The owners of the house had built a small bench under a roof to allow visitors to sit and become one with nature. After a few minutes, I was tired of being “one” with the mosquitos and the rushing water made me want to pee. Instead of relieving myself in the forest, I walked back up to the house.
Soon, the rest of the family rose from slumber and wandered off to explore. There were no sloth attacks, but two panthers kept following the kids around. Ok, they weren’t panthers; they were domestic cats and only dangerous to a mouse they caught. The kids found the path to the creek and the “Aztec ruins” as my eight year old called them. They were actually the frame-work for a bed and breakfast being built. His imagination spread to the other kids and an hour of fun ensued.
Later this first day, we travelled to Sky-Adventures. Three of the family wanted to zip line through the rain forest. They said they had fun.
Personally, I think they were lying. The eight year old and I wanted nothing to do with that and the thirteen year old, who has zip-lined, decided to hike with his little brother (and try to lose Dad.) We went on a hike that had seven hanging bridges, and Matthew and I overcame our fear of heights! (Still not ready for the speeding on a cable through trees.) During our hike we marveled at several waterfalls. Then, the boys decided to try to lose Dad and turned the hike into a cross-country race. I think we finished the three-hour hike in less than two hours.
In the evening we went to the Tabacon Resort for the hot springs. They were very relaxing and a buffet dinner that allowed us to taste local food. Let me put this in perspective. The last time I ran or jogged was 1984. It was preseason training for the swim team, and I cheated. I got a ride from a girl. This training practice did not help me as I chased after my sons. Consequently, after running a few kilos because I feared my kids would leave me to the wild beasts of the rain forest, I was ready for a relaxing evening in my element: water. The hot springs were perfect!
Tomorrow: Fishing with Captain Ron!