Two days before flying out of Juan Santamaria Airport, we see
our first howlers of this journey when we stop at a group of cabinas owned by a Swiss woman named Erica at a fresh,
breezy, garden-enclosed knoll above Lake Arenal. The following morning the howlers joined
David in his orgasmic yawp, though we didn’t see them again until a couple of hours later when Sandy stood up and
wordlessly disappeared. I’ve taken that
to mean that she has been called out by nature.
She explained later that there was the cuuuuutest little howler infant
being cuffed around by its mom, but I’m sure that the original reason was that
she was simply drawn outside to feel the presence of the trees.
In honor of my buddy
Robbin and his eternal quest for finding the best breweries that combine great
beer with outdoor sports, we’ve booked a lakeview room for the night at a local
microbrewery that bills itself as “The best (and only) microbrewery hotel in
Costa Rica”. We’ve already sampled their
excellent breakfast coffee and look forward to trying their prize-winning pale
ale.
This blog is currently coming to you from a tree-shaded
hammock beside Lake Arenal, where we finished off last night’s delectable pizza
from Gutierrez Family Pizzeria in Tronodora.
We are enjoying the chortle of oropendulae in the orange-blossomed poro
tree across this small inlet whose view reminds us of Emigrant Lake until the
howlers start branch-waving and ooh-oohing across the way. The frogs chorus in
with the cicadas and cricket blending as well.
All on a field of blues and greens.
Meanwhile a great egret gracefully, but ever so slowly lifts a foot and
extends it smoothly with barely a ripple, hunting along the edges for quick-darting
morsels.
We go for a leisurely swim in the refreshingly cool waters, forgetting
that Lake Arenal’s altitude combines with the brilliant reflection off of the
water to create a bit of a sunburn. So I
go to dinner later that evening with a face glowing from the sun and the beauty
of my surroundings, a face glowing with love.
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