Oh my Gooooooooood!

Hullo everyone,

Jo here...well, the early morning was lovely, walking in the rainforest of Monteverde, spotting various kinds of hummingbirds (they were very mellow and gathered around their sugar fountains like our chickadees might around a bird feeder), a coati, some buzzards, many beetles, moths, butterflies and caterpillars (we have photos) and a forest full of liana and interdependent trees, ferns and mosses. Our guide said that 35 years ago the very healthy new growth was non-existent due to farming. It gives me hope for our future.

AND THEN! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
To the Canopy Tour.
Holy moses, those canopy zip lines were giving everyone a scare, and you can imagine how I, someone with a true phobia of heights, was doing. Mica, of course, was perfectly fine, and zipped along happy as a clam.

You should have seen the young men employed to hook and unhook us at each station. Each was a t-shirted simian swinging here and there in the trees, as if this were the most natural was to travel ever invented.

There were, however a few lines (there were 12 altogether) which were killers. The last, for example, was a kilometre long. I had been just managing to wrap my head (and my harnessed self) around racing 150 metres above the ground when I heard about the last line and decided to get unhooked and walk the rest of the way.
Even Mica asked for her own guide (they called the young men to whom we could cling during the trip "taxistas") to hang onto in order to finish the last line. She also (she may have told you on this blog) tried the Tarzan Swing, which is exactly as it sounds. Strange to watch the tender love of your life plummet towards the ground and then, at the last second, fly into the trees, then do it all over again.
I am afraid that I may have created a monster (sorry, Brian) -- she loved every minute and was talking about trying bungy jumping next!
Well, off to enjoy a comida tipica. Our guide, Deinor, is taking us to a senora he knows who will cook us a "casadero", which, as those who have preceded us to CR will know, is (contents may vary) a platter of salad, beans, rice, tortillas, mashed potato and the meat or veggie of your choice. Yum!
Many hugs to all and Pura Vida!