The chaos of the wind carries my tiny body through loops and tunnels. I catch myself directing forward movement and flap my wings towards the most colorful flower. I land for enough time to bathe in its sweetness and beauty. Moving on to the next with equal enthusiasm.
Flying through the world inspired by the winds of change makes for an interesting life. Living in a natural state of transformation, freedom, surrender, and connection - I dance the butterfly jig.
Arrived in San Jose, Costa Rica on 16/2/16 around 10pm and was met by the lovely Miss Isa G. amidst a crowd of busy-making taxi drivers. The hustle was thickly pushing us towards the street. Isa grabbed my hand after mounting my second backpack on her shoulders. Following her swiftly away from the crowd, we made our way around the corner to the bus stop. She paid 2x540 colones ($2) for us to ride. The big clanky machine stopped close enough to walk to our night's accomodations at the Van Gogh Hostel. In the interest of safety, she paid less than $3 for our ride a few blocks from the bus stop.
The taxi-man left us and my things in front of a huge wooden door to which Isa had a key. Once inside, Gabriel handed me a towel and gave a tour of the facilities. I paid him $14 before he bid us, "Beunas noches".
Isa and I shared a light snack - a passion fruit, a mango, some ginger-dark-chocolate, and a cup of mint tea. Fresh passion fruit was quite the confusing little treat. It was like popping what looked like a small bumpy orange and finding a spider's silk sack full of fish eggs... the sweet gelatinous seeds persuaded my imagination to allow the spider-fish image to dissolve into something so weird and so good. While we snacked we talked about the upcoming moon ceremony (Danza de Luna) and her experience in the tipi with the elders earlier in the week on the sacred land. We discussed the next day's plans for exploring the city and resting before our long journey to the ceremonial space in the central mountains. In my journal I wrote, "I am so happy to be here and safe and supported by my beautiful friend. Looking forward to everything this trip has to offer us."
The following day, we went shopping for supplies - a tent, a sleeping pad or mattress, and a few odds and ends - in preparation for camping in the mountains of Puriscal. My favorite part of major metropolis is the street art and the buskers - performance street artists.