Domestic in Dominical

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Flag of Costa Rica  , Province of Puntarenas,
Wednesday, January 27, 2010

It's been awhile hasn't it. We made our way down to Domical after a day at Manuel Antonio National Park.  To recap, we were staying at a hostel in Quepos and while we were there we figured we might as well see the first and most popular park in Costa Rica.  We were rewarded with some interesting animal sightings.  We slyly followed a tour guided group and as they moved on from their sightings we would stand where the group was and try and find what they were looking at.  We managed to spot this lizard on a branch that was so still that one couldn't even tell it was breathing.  Apparently it will sit there for days waiting for a meal to come along.  We also found what we thought was an orchid but was actually an insect eating pitcher plant.  Most of all though, along a jungle trail, the monkeys provided the main show.  Being in a popular park, the White Face monkeys were used to us humans and were playing a few feet away from us.  The Howler's stayed high up in the trees, but the Spider monkeys provided a hilarious show of jumping and exchanging spots on branches in mid air.  These little golden guys are so fast that I gave up trying to take a still picture and took a video instead.  After a little break and a swim we trudged up to the lookout for a beautiful view up and down the coast.  There we decided, looking longingly at a forest of green to the south, to head for the less populated climes of Dominical.
  The bus ride to Domical found us passing rows of African Palm plantations again.  A fellow hopped on the bus selling 'pipa', basically a coconut with a hole in the top and a straw.  What a refreshing treat with its mild saline coconut flavour!  Pulling into Dominical somehow the vibe of the placecaught us right away.  Dirt road for main street, couples walking or sitting in the little outdoor restaurants and lots and lots of surfboards for rent.  Our travel guide suggested Piramys for a cheap sleep so a 2 minute walk down the road found us at a funky free form wood and concrete hostel hotel with the Spanish owner and builder showing us a room painted in wild colours with our own private bathroom, communal outdoor kitchen, iguanas everywhere, a compost eating bull and all that for $10 each per night.  Hey we're still here, need I say more! 
 Domical is primarily a surf and yoga supported town.  Surfers love the tube waves that develop off the main beach and beginner and intermediate surfers can try the inside white water or head down to the next beach for some tamer rides.  The yoga centre is run by Sophia, a young British, California expat who was getting married in a few days.  The whole town was invited to a dance on Monday and, jumping ahead, we had a fun time dancing late into the night. 
We were hit by a big shock when we found out on Sunday that Matthew, John's son, had suffered a skate board accident Friday night, breaking his arm so badly that it broke the skin.  John was ready to fly home but after talking to the nurse, it was reasurring to hear that there was no infection and that he was going to heal without any  complications.  Matthew is resting at home, as this is being written, and sounds in good spirits considering what he went through.  We're sending him lots of jungle healing energy.  
  The days here pass by basically by meditating with the sun rise on the beach, a swim in the ocean, breakfast, reading journaling while the sun is baking, then back out into the ocean around 1.30.    We fit yoga in some days, John goes surfing every other day and the people we meet provide opportunity for long conversations.  Funny enough with have met more german and austrian couples here then is to be believed.  Fortunately they speak English.  On tuesday we took a horse back tour up to a water fall.  Neither Jen nor John have ridden a horse but they said just to hold the reigns loosely.   We stopped half way for a breakfast and got to pet a Toucan, really soft, and look at the parrots.  They let the birds fly away during the day and they come back at night to sleep in the enclosure.  Moving on the trip to the falls was exciting as the horses galloped when the felt like it and jostled each other for space on the trail where sometimes there was a big drop off down to the rocks below on one side.  John got the hang of controling the horse but Jen's spirit somehow doesn't allow her to yank a horses head back to make it behave. We arrived at the falls, which was a gorgeous setting, everyone had a swim and some of us climbed up a rope through the water and jumped off.  The boys who strung the rope then showed off by climbing higher, with no rope, and swan diving to the pool below.  After we were done there, on the way back, Jen's horse bit the horse in front of it and the horse tried to kick the biter but found Jen's shin instead. A guy rode up to John and told him what happened and John turned the horse and arrived in time to pulled Jen off her horse before she fainted.  A guide was tending to the resulting gash and after some bandaging and some time with her head between her legs to get the blood back into her head, Jen showed amazing poise and strength riding back to the halfway lodge for lunch.  Fortunately John had gotten his hand caught in the bus door on the ride to the horse back tour for some good bruising, and with Matthew's arm, that makes three mishaps so we are done with the karma clearing in this circle!
  What else to say, we really find ourselves sinking into the rythm of life in a tropical clime, the vegetation and fauna still surprise us, but it is starting to feel more familiar.  The iguanas, our favourite animal, love to eat our leftover papaya peels, and Baccus the bull sticks his head over the fence once in a while to see what might get thrown his way. The geckos scamper out from the bathroom mirror chirping and chasing each other and the bat flies through the room around dusk picking off moths that have flown in towards the light bulb.  
  John has mastered the basics of surfing, and we both love swimming out beyond the wave break rising and falling with the swell and ducking below the really big crashers that feel the bottom further out, rising then whomping down from a ten foot crest to toss our bodies underneath as we rest under the water on the sandy bottom then pop up to laugh in the fizzing white foam left behind. 
Take care everyone, hope you are staying well, and feel free to send all the healing thoughts you like to Matthew and his healing arm.

 
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Silverhawk on

You two are starting to look downright latino/latina!! Muy guapo y muy bonita!
Adios -- til next time!
Oh -- and a muy promising career as travel writers and adventurers! XOX XOX

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