Waxing Poetic (a pilgrim)
Our last day in Guanacaste. The morning was early for one of the groups as we split between painting the school and cleaning up the base for our departure (We are the last group there this summer.) After a much needed sustenance break for lunch we loaded up all the bags and before driving off experienced a poignant goodbye with Sala and Catalina and the kids loaded with pictures and mixed emotions.
Now off from Guanacaste we had only clear skies ahead (That is except for the rain) as we continued our travels along towards Arenal. Finally after changing our money at the bank we took great pleasure in spending our colones in the small town that we stopped at on our way. The mountains of Costa Rica are truly a feat that which the gods themselves take wonder at. Towering peaks would jut into the clouds piercing them even as they rolled down, forests and meadows towards the lake which stood breathtakingly beautiful while Mount Arenal hung in the distant stoically greeting the heavens with smoke. Words cannot begin to hold these images. After arriving and promptly leaving our hotel which seems a small wonder with air conditioning, comfortable beds and toilets you could actually flush we made the brief sojourn up to a hot springs though I don’t know if you could call it such. A lush beautiful paradise intermingled with warm to hot to excruciatingly hot pools intermixed with cold pools and set with lighting that together gave our road weary bodies ample rest. A dinner buffet followed good though not nearly as such as the meals that Catalina prepared for us. Arriving back in our daily meeting of good faith we talked about how we had seem and experienced God in our days here in Costa Rica and it filled me with happiness and reckless abandoning joy to hear people talk with such fervor of their experiences.
For such a day that at the least was on par with the others which we have had I find much and amazement in and I find great happiness in and so on this note I wish all happy hearts and hopeful minds for the days I have seem can bring not but that. Goodnight and I hope that may all your dreams rival ours.
