Puerto Viejo and roots

Everyday I left the forest, before I cross over to the road and head towards town, I want to say a blessing for these woods, for monkeys growling and birds singing, for the trees and leaves and mushrooms and crocs, when the sunlight touches the leaves, through each branch, a stream of light, these paths have taken me in. And you listen to the sound, feel the presence all around, a graceful flight of a butterfly and it takes your breath away. Remember your place among all living beings, embrace with joy the changing seasons, for each yields its own abundance.

Surfing up the Costa Rican coast..

In Montezuma an old hippie said to me.. "This is the place all hippies come to die." He gave me a book and said "You will find lyrics for your next song in this book!" One can get easily caught up in this beautiful stretch of palm trees and surf breaks, papaya and mango infested grounds, good rum, warm water and 'da rastaman' lifestyle. :) Here are a few picks from the surf spots in Costa Rica..       The spots..in and around..Montezuma..and Santa Teresa..

The cloudforest

“Would they fell trees but leave men standing? Trees are a damn sight more usefull than people, and everything in the world knows that except people.

Trees do generate oxygen; men just breathe it up, stink it up, and generally misuse it. Trees provide shelter and protection to countless species, men threaten the existence of those species. Trees hold the soil in place, men are constantly displacing it.  When in sufficient number, trees regulate atmospheric temperatures, men endanger the planet by knocking those regulations askew. You can’t rest in the shade of a human, not even a roly-poly one; and isn’t it refreshing that trees can undergo periodic change without having a nervous breakdown over it? Best of all, perhaps, what maple or cypress ever tried to sell you something you didn’t want?“ 

Cerro Chirripo, San Isidro, San Gerardo y un poco de la selva..

Today they are charging us the right to walk in the forest, they are charging us to pick the fruits of the forest. They try to play God and apparently the country is the owner of everything and we are maybe privileged to use the space. Who the fuck is the country than the people? So this is happening in Croatia and at one point if you pick a mushroom or walk around with your family you will have to pay.   

But that said, before they close everything, at this point, I would love to share with you this little paradise of lush green forests and people with a constant smile on their face. Their motto: Pura Vida!