Tag Archives: Costa Rica

The Birds y los Sapos


I’ve been enchanted with the soundtrack of Central America ever since my first morning when I awakened in Nicaragua to the sounds of street vendors singing the names of fruits they carried in the large baskets balanced on their heads.  I managed to capture a little piece of this soundtrack for you all one ear;y morning when I recorded the howler monkeys waking up the jungle.  After teaching a yoga class last night to a soundtrack of rain pounding on a tin roof punctuated by sapos – toads, and frogs and crickets chirping into the night, I was inspired to make the following to share with you all.

Jungle Night Noises

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A-Z Yoga Class


Another rainy day in Costa Rica.

Buckets pour from the sky, leak from the eaves and windows.

Cars dip heavily into muddy puddles in the street.

Dogs huddle close when the thunder strikes.

Each drop offers new life, fresh prana, lush green plants.

From sea to mountains, the clouds lower heavy.

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Pura Vida en la Pacifica


Life on the southern Pacific coast of Costa Rica is tranquilla indeed.  Surfers pepper the breaks at high tide as a slight mist enshrouds the rocky coast.  The jungle creeps close to the ocean and rivers meet the beach on either end, infusing el mar with cool water and the threat of crocodillos.  At low tide, the ocean bows backward revealing a smooth sandy area comfortable for walking barefoot.  A surfer’s paradise, indeed.

Playa Dominical 001

Life is quiet here at the moment, smack dab in the middle of el temporada baja, or the slow season.  Read the rest of this entry

Meditating with the Monkeys


I woke at 5 and captured this recording of the monkey’s morning ritual to share with you.

Howler monkeys can be heard throughout the day here, but tend to more active right before dawn and at dusk.  I’ve also noticed that they’ll hoot and holler if they hear a sudden loud noise, like the large trucks that rattle down the road throughout the day. Read the rest of this entry

Un Monton de Vida


The rainforest is abundant with life.  I walk around feeling like an ant in A Bug’s Life, with huge leaves towering around and above me.  We have fresh flowers clipped in vases placed around the hotel, and I’m constantly amazed by the variety that I’ve still yet to notice in the lush jungle that surrounds me.  I’m drawn out of my morning meditation by the sounds of howler monkeys in the distance.  I feel blessed to be able to interact so closely with animals I’ve only ever seen previously on television or in National Geographic.

These guys are scampering all around the rainforest.  They're called Aguitis

These guys are scampering all around the rainforest. They’re called Aguitis

A rare shot of one standing still

A rare shot of one standing still

I spent the morning recently at the Jaguar Rescue Center, which is just a short walk up the road from where I live.  Unlike the poorly underfunded rescue center in Nicaragua, the Jaguar Rescue Center has ample space to house a variety of animals that it saves from animal trafficking situations and from locals and tourists who encounter the injured animals.  Read the rest of this entry

Rain, Rain


Turns out, it rains a lot in the rainforest.  The rain is welcome after living with the Nicaragua dry season since November.  My hair is curly again and my skin no longer itches from being so dry.  My clothes, however, always feel the slightest bit damp, as does my yoga mat when I roll it out for my morning practice.  The rainforest here is so lush that I can easily walk from my bungalow to reception and get only a few drops of water on me.

Tierra de Suenos 004

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From Dreams to Dreams


Some friends opened up a lovely little cafe on the Calzada in Granada back in December and it quickly became one of my favorite haunts.  I spent the hot afternoons in the cool shade, surrounded by relaxing music, cafe, and beautiful art.  Cafe de los Suenos always offered tasty dulces and warm smiles.

I landed here in Costa Rica at the doorstep of Tierre de Suenos and Tierra de Yoga – my new home for the next year.  So I go from the hands of suenos, dreams, in Nicaragua to suenos in Costa Rica.

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It was easy to believe it was invierno, winter, as I moved swiftly south in the frigid air conditioning of Tica Bus.  I sat wrapped tightly in my wool scarf and looked out the frosted windows as the brown landscape of Nicaragua passed by.  Brown because the rainy season had ended in early November, leaving the sun to scorch the verdant green of the Nicaragua I was introduced to back in April.  After an hour long wait to cross the border, my first impression of Costa Rica is that the cars are shinier.  I got used to seeing cars held together by ducktape and wishes in Nicaragua – doors long dented closed, windows that didn’t roll down, or missing door panels.  In Costa Rica, the cars seem bigger, shinier, newer.  As the bus rolled ever southward, the landscape became more verde.

Playa Chiquita 001

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