As I sit here with my winter break waning, I turn my thoughts to hiking in Costa Rica. I can’t complain about the weather here (it was above 50 degrees today!) but it won’t last and I need to have an out in my head for when it temperature drops like a stone.
I’m going to leave the musings on whitewater rafting to Steven. I don’t imagine we will be doing 10-mile hikes in Costa Rica since the trails near us are short. Manual Antonio National Park is a mere three square miles. I am totally cool with that since that means I can really take my time and drink in my environment. I haven’t spent any time in tropical climes, so I am looking forward to being immersed in a world foreign to me.
Being surrounded by newness feels spiritual for me. When I’m amid a crowd of people who aren’t speaking English, my senses bombarded by unfamiliar smells, sounds, sights, and even the air touches my skin differently, I feel at once in the moment and completely out of myself. That feeling more than anything else is the reason I travel.