Somehow, in the dreamlike days which had passed us – despite our numerous attempts at charming our airline into allowing us to freely extend our stay – we got it into our heads that our departure was upon us … with no notion of our nuttiness until the dawn of an 8-hour bus journey back to the hustle and bustle of San Jose.
About 20 minutes later, a kind-eyed girl from the airline we were flying with came up to us with a group of her colleagues, a smile shyly expanding across her face. She told us they were going to find a way to house and feed us, and not to worry, help was on its way. We thanked them, or rather my Spanish speaking Shane (husfriend) did, insisting no aid gathered could come from their pockets, that we’d be ok.
They lived in a two-bedroom bungalow and to accommodate us, brought their daughter in for a sleepover, giving us her bed. We fell asleep within minutes, surrounded by Pokémon, princesses and Dora the Explorer. Cosy, safe, grateful and full. Astounded by the luck that had blown our way.
We had, throughout our trip, been blessed with such kind treatment from all who crossed our path. People who taught us through action what generosity feels like. It was this loving stranger, now our friend, had gone above and beyond, instilling in us that daily actions lead with faith – faith in humanity, people, kindness, generosity, empathy, community, and, if it so suits you, in God too – you become part of the change, massaging loving kindness into every stranger and friend, infusing in others a goodness that can’t be taught. The epitome of what ‘Pura Vida’ really means.