Day 157 / 365
At the beginning of July, my husfriend and I embarked on a trip to Costa Rica, an adventure spurred by my brother-in-law’s wedding. I’ve broken my reflections on our conscious Costa Rican holiday up into six parts to make for easier reading as we descended from luxury resort to airport floor in sanguine succession. PART 1 was posted previously, you can read it by clicking HERE. Below you’ll find PART 2 of 6 …
Nourishment came from the backs of cars and makeshift barbeques manned by sparkling souls with smiling faces. These smiles and that light behind the eyes reminded me of the love you see at airports, a sort of bubbling excitement which explodes in exultation when it meets a complementary counterpart. I’d never seen it so easily shared with strangers who had yet to speak a word.
In a seemingly serene estuary at the end of the beach, I spotted my first saltwater crocodiles. Gleaming camouflaged creatures sizing up their prey as we spoke to a friendly fisherman who sat on the edge of his boat, his bare toes dangling in the water. “They only like white meat” he joked as the ancient predator crept casually closer, causing my sister-in-law and I to join hands and swiftly back away.
Evenings were short but sweet; drenched in good food, good conversation and good company. The sunsets here displayed themselves differently from that of the luxurious bay from which we came. They seemed vaster and lasted longer, stretching themselves across the sky like a warm embrace, dressed in a humble broadside of pastel shades.
Within our swaddled serenity scored by the harmonious hum of local life, darkness slithered its way in one still and smoky night. A single gunshot sending us scrambling for the comforts of our own world: alarm systems and baseball bats wrestling hastened heartbeats and startled shadows. Memoirs of the phantom dancer who mirrors lady light.
Home was no longer the place we left, it was the place we came. We were infused with this life, imperfect as it might be, it was pure, honest, and beautifully unfamiliar. Emerging from its cocoon of wild greens to unveil itself, raw and naked, and shift our perspectives with the flap of its wings … con’t in PART 3, tomorrow | Read PART 1, HERE