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Looking out into the jungle from the second floor of Compañeros' home.
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Simple Life in the Caribbean Rain

At Compañeros Cacao Farm in San Clemente, I am once again reminded of the simple pleasures in life.  Rain pelting a tin roof has to be among my top ten.  There's a strange calming effect emitted by the continual white noise that fills every space in the house.  As I sink deeper into bed and closer toward sleep, I feel as though I've become one with the ebb and flow of the clouds' tears.  The rain continues to sing its lullaby throughout the night as it varies intensity; creating soothing tones and rhythmic pitch changes. What a strange feeling it was to be lulled to sleep by the night's rain only to be jolted awake at 4AM by its voracious screams as mother nature opened her skies to let it pour down on our roof all at once.  The sound was deafening, yet oddly calming at the same time.   Read more

Jacó Beach at Night
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Swells of Change on Jacó Beach

Pulled to the ocean early in the morning around 1:00 am, I found myself almost completely alone. Sitting on the sand with a palm tree stump at my back, I could sense even before it was physically validated, I wasn't the only one awake. Only sighting a male walking alone and busy texting away, I was the only human enjoying this section of the beach. So for the most part I was left in peace and only interrupted on occasion by the neighboring hotel security guard making his rounds, and a few passing cars. It was a bonding time for me, the ocean, the moon, as well as the sand beneath my feet.   Read more

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River Fishing... Tico Style!

Once again, my morning began at an hour far too early for my vagabonding standards.  I crawled out of bed and out of the mosquito netting to leave Meisha fast asleep.  After a bit of coffee and a quick breakfast, Clay and I left the house to meet our fishing guide at the Estero Negro River.  Slathered in sunscreen in anticipation of a very warm day, we walked down the dusty 500 meters of road from Clay’s cacao farm out to the highway.  As we met the highway, the rain met us.  If there’s one thing that moves quickly here in Costa Rica, it’s the rain.   

Within minutes, a slow drizzle became a veritable downpour.  We trudged on as canceling wasn’t an option.  Edgar was paddling 2 hours downriver to meet us where the river meets the Caribbean Sea.  Cell phones weren’t an option, so this trip was going to happen, despite the weather.  Read more