En las palabras de mi amiga, Megan: MeggoLightly
Other highlights from our trip:
*Hiking with one of our new friends and having him stop suddenly and point up into the trees, shouting, "Sloth!" We scanned the trees above and couldn't find it, then realized the sloth was right in front of us on a nearby branch, moving ve-ry-slow-ly. Very cool find.
*Just for fun, pausing on the main, tourist-filled trail to excitedly gesture at the trees above. "Wow! Look a monkey! Way up there!" We got at least five people to stop or at least ask questions. It was a funny moment to realize it only took the mention of an animal for people to stop and ask, "Where?!" Honestly, I would have fallen for our trick as well.
*The weather there was hot and humid. Whether standing still or walking the 45 min trek down the hill from our hostel, we were continually sweating. A highlight was finding a smoothie place right along the beach..seriously we wanted to dunk our faces in the frozen fruit.
*Coming face to face with a monkey (see Megan's blog for the full story)
*Enjoying a fun reggae concert and being able to understand some of the Spanish songs!*Bartering in the local market and getting the price I wanted because "te cae bien" (basically they liked me). Also repeating the name of a vendor, "Bread Peet, Bread Peet," and realizing that I was saying "Brad Pitt." I'm pretty sure the neighboring vendors were snickering behind their wares.
*very interesting types of seeds used to make bracelets*
*Sharing fantastic conversations and contemplating God's grandeur and majesty reflected through His creation. What an awesome reminder!"This is My Father's World"
By Maltbie D. Babcock
This is my Father's world, and to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world: I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
His hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world, the birds their carols raise,
The morning light, the lily white, declare their Maker's praise.
This is my Father's world: He shines in all that's fair;
In the rustling grass I hear Him pass;
He speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world. O let me ne'er forget
That though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world: why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
This is my Father's world, dreaming, I see His face.
I ope my eyes, and in glad surprise cry, "The Lord is in this place."
This is my Father's world, from the shining courts above,
The Beloved One, His Only Son,
Came - a pledge of deathless love.
This is my Father's world, should my heart be ever sad?
The Lord is King - let the heavens ring. God reigns - let the earth be glad.
This is my Father's world. Now closer to Heaven bound,
For dear to God is the earth Christ trod.
No place but is holy ground.
This is my Father's world. I walk a desert lone.
In a bush ablaze to my wondering gaze God makes His glory known.
This is my Father's world, a wanderer I may roam
Whate'er my lot, it matters not,
My heart is still at home.
*typical Costa Rican ox cart*
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