I arrived back in Costa Rica the other day. A last minute change of plans meant that I had to grab a taxi ride from the airport in Liberia. Juanel was my driver. I must have been smiling from ear to ear because he asked me in a very bemused way, “Do you love my country?â€
I was just drinking up the countryside as we drove to Nosara. Along the road there were lots of Cortez Amarillo trees. Like many of the plants in the dry tropical forest of the Guanacaste region, Cortez Amarillo defends against the rigors of the dry season by dropping it’s leaves. … And then pouring all that leaf maintaining energy into full on flower power mode!
Wow, Susan. That photo is incredible and while reading your post I wholeheartedly knew what you were experiencing. Every time I go to a tropical country I ooh and aah incredulously over the trees and flowers – it never gets old and I’m pretty sure Jonah doesn’t get sick of it either 🙂 because how can you? I’ve always said, the only god I believe in is the one that made flowers.
I agree! It seems like a rhetorical question. . .who couldn’t and wouldn’t fall in love with such natural beauty. Any time I’m there, it makes me pause and realize just how small we are in the grand scheme of things and how all the little grievances I have from living in the city is just that. . .little. Right on Susan!