 Costa Rica: Day Five |
 Lying on one of the beaches in Manuel Antonio National Park. It is -- wait for it -- glorious. It's so quiet -- all we can hear is the water crashing on the rocks. We started the day with breakfast at the good old Marlin … I had toast and jam and an omelet with ham and cheese and red peppers. We loaded up on water and headed into the park. We did a pretty hearty hike, following a path marked Punta Cathedral, which I guess is where we are now. I have no clue. We saw crabs and iguanas and monkeys but mostly it was just lovely to be thick in the jungle, slipping a little on the muddy inclines but always catching ourselves, singing a little bit and only passing other people every so often. It was like we were in the middle of the earth but on the edge of it at the same time. 
Time has no meaning. My sister is deep, deep into the trance of reading Strange But True. I just went down to play along the rocks by the shore. It was a most excellent time. No one else was around, and I wished I had a snorkel and some goggles so I could get a better look at the creatures darting around my feet -- crabs, blue fish, yellow fish with dark stripes. I was wearing my Tevas, but it was difficult to be surefooted because the rocks were slippery and it was hard to tell the depth of the rocks with each step because of the waves. Hence, I sliced my pinky toe open magnificently. I played doctor upon hobbling back to the sand with some wet wipes (always in my possession) and in a move that was not my most genius of all time I decided to put some Purel antibacterial lotion on it and the pain, o she was intense. So much so that I believe my cry echoed through the cove and muted the shrill hum of whatever giant insects are lurking in the trees behind me. It's a juicy little cut and I'm honestly feeling a bit hardcore for taking it so very well. 
We are now at El Avion. It has an amazing view of the jungle, sea, and stars. Before coming here, my sister and I stumbled in from the national park, stopped in the internet café to catch our breaths, and met up with our Peruvian friend at the Marlin after I gave my boyfriend a call from a payphone previously occupied by the dirtiest human upon whom I have ever set eyes. I washed my face, hands, and ear vigorously in the Marlin bathroom like a lunatic. We sat at our umbrellaed table in the rain and talked about the Pope and the state of the church. We set him off on his bus back to San Jose and grabbed a cab up to Café Milagro to buy some more banana bread. We decided that there was nothing more that we wanted for dinner than a chocolate milkshake, so that's what we had, drinking them on the beautiful walk back down to El Avion. 
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