Here’s what Son One says about Pura Vida, after 9 months in Costa Rica:
Pura vida. Literally: pure life. But don’t bother with a direct translation. In Costa Rica, it’s a greeting, a goodbye, a thank-you, a you’re welcome, a slogan, an exclamation, and an explanation. It’s a proud toast to your country’s victorious soccer team. It’s an energetic call as you land a dorado in the Carribean. It’s a gracious refusal of payment from a local farmer who gives the stranded backpacker a ride to town. And it’s the humble answer to any tourist’s question of “how can it be so pretty here?” “Pura vida.”
Nearly two weeks of livin’ la vida pura has given me plenty to think about. Actually, as you might guess, my experience was mostly visual, so I’ll share more pictures than words this time.
#1. I never really understood the term “biodiversity” until I realized that I almost never saw more than one of the same kind of tree, flower, or fungus in the same spot. Everything’s competing madly with everything else.
“Poor Man’s Umbrella.”
Passion Flower. Thought these only came in purple!
Biodiversity ain’t always pretty. (Beach Nut)
Plants upon plants upon plants…See any two alike? Right.
Who cares what it’s called? It’s so PRETTY!
#2. Costa Rica ought to be a Mecca for gluten-free folks. Rice and beans are eaten at LITERALLY every meal: gallo pinto for breakfast (rice & black beans stir-fried with onions and red bell peppers), beans or bean soup with rice for lunch, and for dinner–you guessed it. Nary a slice of bread, nor did I see any butter for that matter. As for dessert, who needs it when you have the best fruit on the planet? This might be the healthiest travel-eating I’ve ever done.
Note: I don’t generally take pictures of food. So you’ll just have to imagine.
#3. Sometimes other countries’ wild animals don’t quite match your expectations. We happened on some capuchin monkeys harassing an iguana. “Why are they doing that?” we asked our biologist son. His scientific answer: “Monkeys are little shits.”
People think these guys are cute, huh? Yikes.
OK, this olinga’s cute. But it’s also supposed to be nocturnal, and shy, and hard to spot. Someone should tell it.
And the elusive tapir? This one was LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR PATH and could hardly be bothered to get up.
#4. Idea for next blockbuster horror movie: “Strangler Fig.” Seriously, these things are terrifying! They strangle whole trees from the top down, until…shudder…they BECOME the tree.
Tree, or nightmare?
This would be beautiful if it weren’t so gruesome.
#5. Just because a country is “developed” doesn’t mean it matches up to our wealthy, take-everything-for-granted standards. Example: many places we stayed at could not handle toilet paper in their septic systems. And even when we were zipping along on an American-style freeway, we could see that one little dead-engine incident in the opposite lanes had created a miles-long backup, because there was no shoulder, nor any “Rapid Response” state trooper just minutes from the scene. Reminder: appreciate.
No, I did not take pictures of the plumbing or the highways either.
#6. I am far too poor a photographer to capture the color-diversity of Costa Rican birds. The rarest bird of all, the Resplendent Quetzal, I only got to peek at through a scope: look, it’s a Christmas bird! But here are some of my attempts:
J/K. We never saw a real toucan, but I loved the way the Ticos made ’em out of used tires.
This big, gorgeous hummingbird’s called a Violet Sabrewing. I want that as my Roller Derby name.
Even prettier than its picture in all that tourist schlock: Scarlet Macaw (hey, another great name!)
#7. When you’re with a competent guide, the scary creatures are just as exciting as the pretty ones…maybe more so.
Son One’s finger–I’m surprised he didn’t try to pat the tarantula.
The deadly fer-de-lance. No fingers near this guy.
Why we didn’t swim in the Rio Sierpe.
#8. Beauty is universal. Every Tico we met let us know that yes, they KNEW they were living in Paradise.
Thanks, Ticos. Thank you for taking so much better care of your incredible land than most countries do. You are providing a very much-needed example. And who needs to flush toilet paper anyway?
…y Pura Vida otra vez…