How many people can say that they have swam in two different oceans all in the same day? Now I can! Let me back up though. The night before Evelyn left, we stayed at Hostel Pangea. It was a nice hostel with a pool and a restaurant in the hostel; our only complaint was that the walls were paper thin and it was difficult to sleep as a result.
After Evelyn left, I took the bus to an outlying city called Cuidad Colon where I followed detailed directions to find the family that was hosting me through couchsurfing.org. They were an older couple of "ex-patriots" who had raised their family in Costa Rica, and we had very interesting discussions, including one about homeschooling. The couple's children had been "un-schooled," meaning homeschool without a curriculum, and the couple firmly believed that this was the best way to educate a child and told me all the reasons that they believe this. They made me realize that I didn't know much about the origins of America's public education system, which they said was bascially Carnegie wanting workers for his companies and tailoring a system which discouraged critical thinking and instead promoted learning in order to work for the system. I have always felt like America's public education system seemed fundamentally flawed, but I still maintain that there are some real benefits to public schooling. I am going to have to take some time to do some research to learn more about the history of education and what has proven to be successful methods of education since I am about to teach in public schools and will one day have to decide how to educate my own children.
In Cuidad Colon, I saw lightning bugs and got to eat fresh eggs and chicken from the couple's farm. I also met another couchsurfer who was also staying at their home, Aime, who was from the southern-most city in Argentina and was traveling alone on a 5month journey through Central and South America. She was full of interesting stories, and I quickly learned that she was right in saying that when you travel alone, you are rarely ever by yourself. You get to meet so many people! Anyway, Aime and I were both unsure of where to go next, and our hosters recommended Puerto Viejo over Monteverde. So, the following morning, we took the bus to Puerto Viejo and felt the climate get more and more humid as we neared the Carribean side of Costa Rica.
Puerto Viejo turned out to be very different from Quepos. The atmosphere was relaxed even though there were more tourists and there was a large Jamaican population there. The hostel, Rockin J's, was certainly different. It was a playground for travelers from all over the world...reggae music blaring, hammocks and tents out in the open, dorm rooms that were very open as well, and mosaics covering all the walls. There was a beach right in front of the hostel, but it was very rocky and dirty. Aime and I said that if all the beaches were like this, we were leaving right away. But they weren't, which we discovered the next day after we rented bikes and rode an hour to Manzanillo, where the beaches were sandy and much more like what we had hoped from the Carribean. We drank matte on the beach and talked in Spanish about Argentina, her journey, and a multitude of other things. On the way back to Puerto Viejo on our bikes, I heard a howl that sounded like a dinosaur, and looked up in the canopy and saw 6 howler monkeys...some mothers with babies and some males! I watched as they hung upside down from brached by their tails and picked off leaves and ate them. Their human-like movements were fascinating...I suddenly understood why Jane Goodall could devote her life to studying such animals. Right after seeing the monkeys, I saw a centipede cross the road. It was a beautiful bike ride, and I was very happy to have gotten to be on a bike! Quepos doesn't really have places to rent bikes, but I guess that is because the roads are so dangerous. I guess they haven't heard of sidewalks in Quepos...
Aime became a good friend quickly, and we went out at night to meet some of the locals and play pool with them, and dance to live reggae music. We had a great time, and even were serenaded by a local on his banjo! Oh, and here is the mystery of Puerto Viejo: crabs cross the road to get AWAY from the ocean at night. So the mystery is: why did the crab cross the road? If anyone knows where these crabs are going, I would be very interested to find out.
The only downside to all of the adventure in Puerto Viejo was the mosquitoes. And what a downside: I woke up after the first night in my tent with legs that looked like they had chicken pox. I had over 100 mosquito bites and got more the next night. So I moved to a hotel with screens for my final night and was very happy with that decision.
I told Aime that I would visit her in Argentina next summer, and I meant it! I am planning out my one month Panama to Argentina 2012 trip in my mind even now. And I plan on learning to speak Spanish much better before then.
Anyway, Aime headed off to Panama and I headed back to Quepos, where I am now. I've decided that Quepos is my favorite place to be in Costa Rica, and I was welcomed back warmly to Hostel Pura Vida, where there are no mosquitoes and there is air conditioning. I felt like a spoiled city girl missing the comforts of life such as screened windows and air conditioning, while I was dying of heat at night in my tent in Puerto Viejo, but I can say now that, after all, I do enjoy some of the luxuries of the United States. Ok there: I admitted it!
More Costa Rica updates tomorrow! Pura Vida!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Examining Beliefs in Costa Rica
My time in Quepos was so wonderful that I almost cried on the bus ride back to San Jose. The experiences were memorable, but by far, the people made the whole experience unforgettable. Over the course of three days, Evelyn and I got to know the staff there and joke with them, play cards with them, go out with them, and have deep discussions with them. I sometimes have a hard time opening up and getting to know people and breaking the ice, but that is Evelyn's strength, and I am so happy for it! Also, I have to put a plug here for the Pura Vida Hostel, as it is the best hostel I have stayed at so far (out of three) because it is clean, cozy, it is ideally located (it is like a tree house at the top of a hill), and, mostly, because of the amicable staff that we met. I definitely want to go back there someday as there are more beaches I did not explore and Manuel Antonio National Park that I did not get to go to.
However, now that I am back in San Jose on my own, after saying goodbye with great difficulty to Evelyn, I am going to try and see other areas of Costa Rica. Tonight I stay with a host family in a town near San Jose and am excited to meet and share with more people. Then I plan to visit some national parks and see the volcanoes here and head on to Monteverde.
I am learning so much about others being here and practicing a little Spanish whenever I can. Other people have so much to offer and it is amazing learning about how different cultures can be and yet how similar we all are in matters of the heart. We even met three gals from Israel at the hostel who had just finished their army service (apparently, all men and women in Israel are required by law to be in the army for two years)! When I told them my name (Miriam), they immediately said, "Oh, so you're Jewish?" I've never heard that response before! I have also met people from all over the United States, and from Switzerland, and Canada...the moral of this story is, if you would like to travel, it is possible to do so fairly cheaply and I recommend going outside of your comfort zone and expanding your horizons to everyone. The theme of my blog is to examine your beliefs, and what better way to do so than to learn about the beliefs, cultures, and lifestyles of others and to see how your beliefs fit in to a completely different paradigm and culture? This is the ultimate mental exercise and has also taught me how much I take for granted in America. Sometimes I focus so much energy on the problems that the United States is facing that I forget the positive aspects of living there.
I have one week left here and may not have internet access for a while. But if I do, I will keep blogging! Hope everyone in the USA had a great Fouth of July and thought about the freedoms that they have and the ones that we are going to have to fight to keep. I have been thinking on this during my whole trip. Hasta luego!
However, now that I am back in San Jose on my own, after saying goodbye with great difficulty to Evelyn, I am going to try and see other areas of Costa Rica. Tonight I stay with a host family in a town near San Jose and am excited to meet and share with more people. Then I plan to visit some national parks and see the volcanoes here and head on to Monteverde.
I am learning so much about others being here and practicing a little Spanish whenever I can. Other people have so much to offer and it is amazing learning about how different cultures can be and yet how similar we all are in matters of the heart. We even met three gals from Israel at the hostel who had just finished their army service (apparently, all men and women in Israel are required by law to be in the army for two years)! When I told them my name (Miriam), they immediately said, "Oh, so you're Jewish?" I've never heard that response before! I have also met people from all over the United States, and from Switzerland, and Canada...the moral of this story is, if you would like to travel, it is possible to do so fairly cheaply and I recommend going outside of your comfort zone and expanding your horizons to everyone. The theme of my blog is to examine your beliefs, and what better way to do so than to learn about the beliefs, cultures, and lifestyles of others and to see how your beliefs fit in to a completely different paradigm and culture? This is the ultimate mental exercise and has also taught me how much I take for granted in America. Sometimes I focus so much energy on the problems that the United States is facing that I forget the positive aspects of living there.
I have one week left here and may not have internet access for a while. But if I do, I will keep blogging! Hope everyone in the USA had a great Fouth of July and thought about the freedoms that they have and the ones that we are going to have to fight to keep. I have been thinking on this during my whole trip. Hasta luego!
Saturday, July 2, 2011
Pura Vida
Days 2,3, and 4...June 30th, July 1, and July 2:
The Ticos's motto here is "Pura Vida," but on the 4 hour bus ride to Manuel Antonio from San Jose, I observed a lot of poverty that did not seem like the "good life" to me. While we were in San Jose, I walked over a homeless person sleeping under a trash bag without even noticing him. My friend only noticed him because his toes were sticking out. It's hard to believe that in the midst of so much natural beauty, there is still so much hardship. I wonder how we can evenly distribute the world’s resources so that there aren't such huge gaps...
Once we reached Manuel Antonio, we decided to stay at a hostel called Pura Vida...a good decision! We got great service: a free ride to the hostel, the two fine looking gentlemen carried our bags to our room, and the room was much cleaner than Tranquilo Backpackers. The hostel is located on a hill, surrounded by greenery and palm trees.
Yesterday morning we ventured further into Manuel Antonio to Playa Biezans, which was recommended by one of the employees at Pura Vida. To get to the beach, we descended a trail that cut through what looked like a jungle, and passed a small cabin with the common (in this area) tin rooftops and chickens. I love all the chickens here. Anyway, when we reached the beach, it took my breath away. I have been to many beaches, but none like this. Since a picture is worth a thousand words:
We heard lots of English at the beach but also heard French and Spanish. So I got to speak all three in one day! We had so much fun: exploring coves, burying ourselves in the sand, playing beach ball, and paddling around in a kayak:
After the beach, we rested a bit at the hostel and then ate dinner at an elegant restaurant along the side of the street in downtown Quepos. We discovered that even Italian food is better here and that a mango streudel is an amazing desert! Later, I danced to Salsa music played by a live band at a place called Bambu Jam and I loved getting to experience some of the night life here.
The next day, we took a break from the beach (since I am thoroughly sunburned) and joined MidWorld tours for a tour of the rainforest canopy via 15 zip-lines. I had never zip-lined before and it sure was an adrenaline rush to look down and see the lush, dense rainforest canopy flying by around me and beneath me.
We even saw a mother sloth and her baby. I was disappointed that we didn't see monkeys or toucans, but there is time for that yet. :) Then they fed us a traditional meal: fish or chicken with rice and beans, picadillo, salsa, and salad (like shredded red cabbage with tomatoes and cucumbers). Evelyn and I were the only ones on our tours, so it was like our own VIP tour! And the tour guides were fun to joke with: we talked (in English and in Spanish) about their favorite music, what they liked to do for fun, if they knew about the US's war in the middle East (which they didn't...Costa Rica having no army and being as pacifistic as they are...and good for them), and they sang us a bit of Ranchero music in exchange for a bit of the Mariachi songs I know. Tomorrow we are off to Jacos and Playa Hermosa and a new adventure!
The Ticos's motto here is "Pura Vida," but on the 4 hour bus ride to Manuel Antonio from San Jose, I observed a lot of poverty that did not seem like the "good life" to me. While we were in San Jose, I walked over a homeless person sleeping under a trash bag without even noticing him. My friend only noticed him because his toes were sticking out. It's hard to believe that in the midst of so much natural beauty, there is still so much hardship. I wonder how we can evenly distribute the world’s resources so that there aren't such huge gaps...
Once we reached Manuel Antonio, we decided to stay at a hostel called Pura Vida...a good decision! We got great service: a free ride to the hostel, the two fine looking gentlemen carried our bags to our room, and the room was much cleaner than Tranquilo Backpackers. The hostel is located on a hill, surrounded by greenery and palm trees.
Yesterday morning we ventured further into Manuel Antonio to Playa Biezans, which was recommended by one of the employees at Pura Vida. To get to the beach, we descended a trail that cut through what looked like a jungle, and passed a small cabin with the common (in this area) tin rooftops and chickens. I love all the chickens here. Anyway, when we reached the beach, it took my breath away. I have been to many beaches, but none like this. Since a picture is worth a thousand words:
We heard lots of English at the beach but also heard French and Spanish. So I got to speak all three in one day! We had so much fun: exploring coves, burying ourselves in the sand, playing beach ball, and paddling around in a kayak:
After the beach, we rested a bit at the hostel and then ate dinner at an elegant restaurant along the side of the street in downtown Quepos. We discovered that even Italian food is better here and that a mango streudel is an amazing desert! Later, I danced to Salsa music played by a live band at a place called Bambu Jam and I loved getting to experience some of the night life here.
The next day, we took a break from the beach (since I am thoroughly sunburned) and joined MidWorld tours for a tour of the rainforest canopy via 15 zip-lines. I had never zip-lined before and it sure was an adrenaline rush to look down and see the lush, dense rainforest canopy flying by around me and beneath me.
We even saw a mother sloth and her baby. I was disappointed that we didn't see monkeys or toucans, but there is time for that yet. :) Then they fed us a traditional meal: fish or chicken with rice and beans, picadillo, salsa, and salad (like shredded red cabbage with tomatoes and cucumbers). Evelyn and I were the only ones on our tours, so it was like our own VIP tour! And the tour guides were fun to joke with: we talked (in English and in Spanish) about their favorite music, what they liked to do for fun, if they knew about the US's war in the middle East (which they didn't...Costa Rica having no army and being as pacifistic as they are...and good for them), and they sang us a bit of Ranchero music in exchange for a bit of the Mariachi songs I know. Tomorrow we are off to Jacos and Playa Hermosa and a new adventure!
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