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Mar14

Costa Freakin Rica: Playa Grande – heading to the beach!

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Goodbye La Selva!

As much as I (and I think everyone else) enjoyed La Selva, we were all very excited to get to the beach. The morning that we left there was definitely excitement in the air despite the early hour. Alonzo the driver had returned which made everyone happy and whats more, he would be staying on with us through our time in Playa Grande!

DSCN8102We stopped for lunch at a very nice cafe in Tilaran which served delicious buffet style albeit traditional Costa Rican food. It was too bad my appetite still wasn’t 100 percent after being sick, but I did sample a bottled Ginger Ale to discover (or rediscover really) that soda in other countries is really much different from what I am used too back at home, much more “ginger-ey”. Caroline got a “Coca-Cola-Lite” and being the nerd that I am, I asked for the bottle to take home to my growing collection (it’s really my evidence that Coke is slowly taking over the world along with Disney and Wal-Mart but I won’t get into that…for now..)

DSCN8101After what seemed like such a long ride on the bus (I didn’t really mind though since we saw so much pretty scenery – Mount Arenal-Volcano primarily, and a much-needed rest!) we finally pulled into an area that I swear could have been any grouping of stores, anywhere in beach-town U.S.A. As I looked around out my window, I saw women pushing baby carriages down sidewalks, people carrying groceries to their minivans, men chatting on street-corners…it was like being in Brunswick, GA…even the smell…the hint of salt water in the air said hey, you’re in a beach town, but nothing just stood up and declared that this was any different, that this was a town in Costa Rica. Well that is until I stepped into the grocery store (the reason we had stopped was to buy supplies for our weeks at the beach).

What was really funny (to me anyway) was how 3/4 of the class made such a spectacle of themselves ogling the liquor aisle. (Most of my classmates were not quite old enough to drink by American standards, but plenty old enough in Costa Rica.) saw my old stand-by (Coors Lite) was only ~$4.30 a six-pack (cheap!) but that wasn’t why I was there, and who goes to Costa Rica to buy cheap American beer anyway right? I did make a mental note of though so I could share it with my husband once I returned home. I figured we’d get a good laugh out of it :)  DSCN8103

Scott, Rose and Anna were off buying groceries for the class for the next couple weeks, and I had my fingers crossed they wouldn’t come back with too much sugar. I think after La Selva we are all on sugar overload! The class, or I should say my younger counter-parts ended up buying a crap-load of every kind of liquor imaginable, mostly stuff I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. There are times when I am glad I skipped over that phase of my life by having my son early…Anyway, when Scott saw their purchases he looked more than a little disappointed but didn’t say anything. (which now looking back on everything, seems really ironic, but I digress). I won’t act as if I am a total weenie or anything, Andrew and I split a twelve-pack of Imperial so I could say I had tried the local flavor and also because I really couldn’t see myself sitting around drinking any more Imperial than that anyway. I’m not exactly a big beer drinker anymore after more than eight months without it.

The kids in my class were so funny though, and I just have to relate this, even though they will probably call me an old fart. They were all standing around in that aisle, whispering and pointing, looking longingly at the alcohol products, giggling and looking over their shoulders like they were about to be caught doing something wrong, but not actually doing anything… then Andrew and I walked over and agreed on our purchase, picked it up and walked off to pay for it. Only then, did they start to load up…It was pretty amusing. I relayed this to Alonso, the bus driver, and he laughed and shook his head, getting it even though English isn’t his strongest.

After leaving the store, when we were almost to the beach he pulled over so we could all see the monkeys in the trees…finally! I didn’t get the best picture, but I could finally cross one thing off my list, I had seen a monkey, wild and just hanging out in a tree in Costa Rica.

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DSCN8114When we first saw the Beach…with the HUGE waves crashing…we were all squealing like little kids, like people who had never seen a beach before. I don’t think most of us even heard Scott’s instructions, we just ran for our rooms, threw our stuff down and then headed back to the beach to watch the sunset. The waves were so huge, it was like nothing I had ever seen before. There were a few surfers, but mostly the beach was empty. The water was so warm when I ran to get my feet wet. It was so good to touch the ocean again.

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Okay – I will stop here for the moment, but next time I will fill you in on the best old soul of a dog I’ve ever met, and canoeing through the mangroves…

Jul4

Costa Freakin Rica:Some Research and The Best Worst Birthday Ever

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What follows is the continuation of a multi-entry post of my adventures in Costa Rica as transcribed from both my class journal and my field journal kept while traveling. The name I can’t take credit for – that goes to Ms. Alex Fylypovich who created the corresponding Facebook group for us to stay in touch.

Research Project

We were put into groups so that we could begin to work on our research projects (we were in Costa Rica for an actual study abroad program after all) and I ended up working with Katie, Megan Chase and Sarah Kehlear. Megan is a wispy redhead who refers to herself as a “daywalker” and is a free-spirited girl who brings out my maternal side. I just want to hug her…and then give her a sandwich (she is so thin!) Sarah is the only one in the group who brought a computer and at times I think we all used it for things. She is also the only other person who had a birthday on the trip (she turned 21 on the day we got to Montverde.) We came up with the idea to do a general survey of the leaf-litter composition and its inhabitants within different habitat types (light-gap, dense canopy and swamp). Unfortunately when we were ready to take samples I came down with an awful bug.

Sick

Alex and Sarah dancing

A few days prior another girl (Anna Wilson) had been very ill and had actually just re-joined the group the day before I got sick. The night before I got sick, we had gone over to the classrooms for a fun night of dancing lessons. Me and my two left feet ended up dancing with Anna who I am sure simply took pity on me but it was fine since she is an accomplished and experienced salsa dancer. Unfortunately I am sure this is probably where I got sick though. (However Anna if you are reading this, know that this is purely my own theory so don’t take offense!) Although she was on antibiotics, it was the first activity she had felt strong enough to participate in since she had come back from the clinic and we were in close contact all evening. With my compromised immune system I probably was not prepared to fight off any lingering germs she might have been carrying. So I don’t have to spend a lot of time rehashing those awful two days I will simply cut and paste the email that I sent to my husband about my “adventure” to the clinic, the fact that it was my birthday of all things and being sick in Costa Rica – the ONE thing he told me NOT to do.

Officially the worst birthday ever.
I started feeling sick yesterday around lunch and was afraid I had somehow let my foot or the cut on my face get infected. I couldn’t eat lunch or dinner and laid down most of yesterday hoping it would go away and I would feel better if I rested and pushed fluids. I did tell the instructors though, one point for me. By early this morning I was nearly delirious, had explosive diarrhea, a migraine from hell, was hot then had chills and hurt all over, basically flu-like symptoms. One of the girls in my room told me to sit outside so I wouldn’t throw up in their room while she went to get Scott. I wanted to deck her but couldn’t stand up.

Scott told me we wouldn’t have much luck if we went to the clinic right away (it was 3:30 am) and asked if I could tough it out until 7am. He had just gone through this with Anna and was trying to avoid some of the mistakes they made with her. I said okay. I took a pain pill and blessedly was able to sleep for about three hours until it wore off and I messed my damn pants for the first time.

Scott came back and said they called the clinic and because it was Sunday I might not be able to get seen but they recommended I take a common antibiotic (the same one given to Anna) called Cipro. He asked me if I wanted to try it or go wait for what could be 6 plus hours. I asked for info so he printed off the drug fact sheets, read them and didn’t see anything that set off warning bells. I read all three pages. So I took one and just seemed to get worse and worse.

Now in addition to the pain and diarrhea I was vomiting until I had nothing left, and it was just bile and I knew something was wrong. Scott started making phone calls and the taxi driver that had taken them around all day with Anna (these guys are so nice it is unbelievable stayed with us all day today too) knew of a clinic in the next town where he said he knew the doctor, so he called and just like that I had an appointment, I just had to get there and the driver said no problemo.

I don’t remember much of the drive there; I was so out of it. I do remember getting examined, Anna stayed with me the whole time since 1)she was fluent in Spanish and 2) she had just gone through this and at first they had tried to tell her it was her appendix and she had to get all these tests so she was trying to cut out some of that for me. She told the doctor what I take, what I am allergic to and that I had taken Cipro and his eyes got big. Apparently it is a sulfa based drug and had inflamed my intestines more than the bacterial infection causing vomiting and pain, dehydration.

I was given two bags of fluids, an anti-inflammatory and antidiarrheal to combat the cipro and put on observation for about six hours. It was awful. I was so dehydrated when I got there I had a fever of 101 and they couldn’t get a good read of my blood pressure it was so low. They gave me something to bring the fever down and it made me mess my pants for the second time. Gross.

After all of that when I was feeling a little better he explained that yes I had a bacterial stomach bug, common to gringos who visit Costa Rica and that normally yes they give Cipro and they are better in a day or so but obviously that wouldn’t work for me. He also didn’t want to give me the second option antibiotic because after what the Cipro had done to my stomach he didn’t think I would like it because it is really rough on the stomach. So he gave me some more antidiarrheal to take every 8 hours until it stops, an anti-inflammatory for my intestines and something for pain and said the infection would run its course in a day or two if I pushed fluids but to come back immediately if I began vomiting or felt worse again. He was a really nice doctor.

*By the time I left the clinic Anna and I were actually half-laughing because the doctor kept calling diarrhea “leaky-leaky” which just sounded hilarious to us gringos.

So despite spending my birthday in a clinic in Costa Rica, at least I survived and I have to believe I am probably stronger and wiser for it. When I got back from the clinic I opened the package my husband had sent along with me (I had been patiently counting down the days) and there were handmade cards from my kids that made me cry as well as a book from my husband. They had also sent me a video via email of them singing happy birthday which when I opened later that week also made me cry.

Once I had returned to the land of the living, (which basically means I was able to go more than an hour without either throwing up or using the bathroom) I did my best to get up to speed as quickly as possible with everything. I spent a day in the lab weighing the samples that my group-mates had collected. I also sorted through the various macro-invertebrates they had collected with the leaf litter samples and made notes as to what they were. Some of the things we collected were really interesting so I put them in tubes to be looked at more closely once we reached Monteverde. Scott warned me a couple of times not to wear myself out but I just hated the thought of missing anything else. (As it was my appetite wasn’t normal for the rest of the trip.)

Since we were scheduled to leave La Selva just a day after I recovered, I didn’t even really have time to do much with our research project before it was time to leave which really frustrated me. At least I got all the wet weights done and everything recorded so it would be ready to be looked at in Monteverde. I tried not let me frustration ruin my last night in the rain forest.As it turned out I needn’t have worried…

The last night there I was still taking it easy with food obviously so I finished early and was about to get up from the table when Scott asked me to stick around so he could make an announcement. He had done this a few times before and I assumed it had something to do with the next day and the bus trip to Playa Grande so I was not suspicious…not even when they turned the lights down…(did I mention that I am a little slow sometimes?) I even said to Anna, “What is this, mood lighting for dinner?” and then of course Sarah, Alex and Megan came in carrying a cake and everyone in the room started singing happy birthday to me, even the people who were in other groups and didn’t know me! I was so surprised that I cried. It was a yellow cake with peanut butter frosting and absolutely delicious. So it actually turned out to be the best worst birthday ever.

Well that is about it for La Selva…until next time when I will tell you about Playa Grande, surfing and the sweetest old soul who is also a dog. I will leave you with one last photo:

Jul1

Costa Freakin Rica: La Selva Biological Research Station/ Institute for Tropical Studies

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What follows is the continuation of a multi-entry post of my adventures in Costa Rica as transcribed from both my class journal and my field journal kept while traveling. The name I can’t take credit for – that goes to Ms. Alex Fylypovich who created the corresponding Facebook group for us to stay in touch.

The next morning we packed up early to head out for La Selva biological station which is literally in the middle of the rain forest. It was at this point that we got to meet our bus driver Alonzo (who would feature prominently later in this narrative!). I tried to put on regular shoes before heading out but was dismayed to realize that my foot was still too swollen so back to the boot for me for the time being while I silently sent out requests (call ‘em prayers if you like) that I would be able to get my hiking boots on my the time I needed them at La Selva.

The bus ride was a long one but I got to see a lot of the country side which for me told me a lot about the country. My husband had told me that in Costa Rica you could be in a place that was developed and it would seem just like any American city (well almost) and then just a few blocks away there would be abject poverty with people living in shanty houses or simply sitting in the dirt. Therefore I thought I was prepared but I wasn’t. The juxtaposition is simply something that is hard to get used to. You see some nice houses, paved roads, even a Wal-Mart and then you turn the corner and you see skinny, dirty kids with torn clothes playing in a lot filled with trash and dogs that look like their last meal was a few months back judging by how many ribs you can count. Despite all of that I was already in love with the country because everybody I came in contact with was so friendly, they were all smiling no matter what with the phrase “mucho gusto” (my pleasure)always on the tip of their tongues. If only Americans were that nice.

When we turned off the main road and onto dirt and gravel Scott informed us that it was all uphill and fairly dangerous roads from there on out until we reached the research station. He explained that it was pretty remote and that we would literally be in the jungle (at which point our driver switched on Guns & Roses “Welcome to the Jungle” which was pretty funny) and out of touch from most modern conveniences, however there were Wi-Fi enabled locations and a lab for us to work in while we completed our research projects. We would be staying in dorm style accommodations with a separate ducha and banyo (shower and bathroom) just outside but no air conditioning. The mention of no AC made several of the kids groan but as I grew up without it and generally prefer to go without it now it wasn’t a big deal for me despite the extremely hot conditions. I mean come on people, we are in the tropics!

I roomed with Katie again and also Caroline Fullerton, Rose Bloomberg, and Jeane Heard in the Iguana Cabina. Caroline and Jeane (pronounced Jeanie) are both ecology undergraduates and Rose is either an art or art history undergraduate – all three attend UGA. Nice girls although Rose seemed a little out-of-place since she is by her own admission “not much of a nature girl” and often the target of bug attacks…they seem to seek her out…as if they know she doesn’t spend a lot of time outside and are making up for lost time….well that’s my theory any way. I on the other hand didn’t get a single bug bite during the whole trip but I am outside nearly every day…I am even writing this while outside on 95° heat so….ok I digress.

Not long after arriving it was announced that we would be going for a night hike. The good news? I got my feet into my hiking boots! I still had to wear the compression wrap over an ace bandage over a bandage that was covering the wound on my foot but the swelling was down enough to get my foot into my shoe. It was tight but good enough for me! That first hike was so awesome. We saw so many things. Red-eyed tree frogs were everywhere. We actually had to watch where we stepped because they were on the path! I have never in my life seen so many frogs in one place. I also saw a coral snake, one of the most venomous snakes back home but just another one of the bunch here in Costa Rica which is such an odd twist of the way I view reptiles. Here you worry more about Fer-de-lances or eyelash vipers rather than coral snakes. Interesting.

Probably the most interesting about the hike was just the amount of biota. There was so much to look at that we kept stopping. It was like I had been starved my whole life living in the states and now I was gorging on a gigantic feast for the senses, especially the eyes and ears. It was almost deafening the sounds from all the frogs and the insects. Everywhere you looked there were beetles, moths, crickets, spiders, plant hoppers, frogs, toads, scorpions, snakes, bats….I could just go on and on. I took so many pictures and then drew all kinds of pictures in my field journal that Scott had given to each of us for that purpose. It was like I had to get it all down, to put it on paper so I could remember it forever all the color, the sounds, the smells even…although it seems at this present moment writing from memory, that I could never forget any of it. I know though that as I write further I will pull out my field notes to refer to while completing this series of blog posts to make sure I don’t miss anything.

I should probably stop for a moment to mention here the incident that most of the group will probably associate with me – and yes I f I am truthful I will admit it was somewhat memorable. I mean how often does a person fall absolutely FLAT on their face? But yes I did it, and chipped my tooth, busted my lip, my knee and my camera lens. I fell so hard that the next morning Scott made me stay in bed to rest while everyone else went birding with Oscar. I was so embarrassed and I looked like I had a Hitler Moustache where my lip was all busted. Oh well, I never claimed to be graceful. Moving on…

Meals at La Selva were an interesting ordeal. You had to remember a four digit number and be able to tell the ladies behind the counter what it as so they could mark you off the list. Technically you could hold on to your card that you were given and just show it to them but cultural immersion was a big part of the class so we were strongly encouraged to practice our Spanish language skills and nobody wanted to be the person after day one or two who still relied on the card if you know what I mean. What kept tripping me up was my previous language experience with French. I kept getting mixed up, especially the numbers. For whatever reason the number six was my downfall…you see six en Francais es six (pronounced like cease) but en Espanol it is pronounced sace with a long a sound. Each time I went through the line I said each of my four numbers correctly except for six which I said in French and each time the lady behind the counter would look at me and correct me in Spanish with an exasperated look on her face. On one hand she obviously understood me so was it really necessary to make such a big fuss? I mean I was at least trying right? But on the other hand I guess I understand that I am a guest in her country so I should make the best effort I can to speak correctly…but did she have to correct me so pointedly and loudly?

Anyway, once you survive the number hurdle you then carry your plate through the line and you tell each person (usually two or three people) if you want what is in the steam trays. It was almost always rice and beans along with something else. Vegetables, a meat, a vegetarian option, salad, fruit and it was always fresh and really good if not a little bland. There was also fresh juice of some sort on the table at each meal. That is probably one of the things I miss the most. There was never soda to drink at meals. You drank fresh juice, coffee or tea. It was awesome. Often it was mango, cocoanut, pineapple, passion fruit or some kind of citrus fruit that is kind of like an orange but has a green rind. That one was my favorite! There was also fresh fruit at most meals. I ate more fruit while in Costa Rica than I have eaten in years. Watermelon, Pineapple, mango, star-fruit and more YUMMY!

okay, that is all for today. Stay tuned for next time when I will tell you all about our research project, getting sick in Costa Rica and the worst/best birthday ever!

Nov18

Things do happen for a reason…sometimes you just have to wait…

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I haven’t posted in a while. I have been incredibly busy with work and school and family-but that is not the topic of this post. I recently made a tough decision. I have decided to go a different direction in my educational career, a choice that will ultimately change my entire life.

I have always been the creative type – one of my favorite pictures is one of around age 2 taking a photo of my mom in front of our house. It was a little Brownie camera but I loved it. Just recently mu husband and I were trying to re-organize our home office and we came upon box after box after freakin’ box of photo albums…all mine. Seems that I just couldn’t stop taking pictures and even today I am teased for always having a camera somewhere on my person.

In addition to photos, I love to read and to write. I have been winning awards for creative writing since elementary school and I don’t say that to brag. I simply have a love of story telling and when I get ideas I have to stop and write, whether on the backs of bev’ naps, brochures, receipts, etc. I know a lot of people think I’m just a little strange.

What makes things stranger is that I think in “video” when I hear music. For example, when I hear a song, my mind puts together a video in my head, even if I have never seen an actual video on TV for that song (which is often the case since I haven’t had cable in nearly 5 years and I refuse to buy one of those new TV’s when my nice practically new on plays all my DVD’s just as well.

So you may be wondering after all of this, where’s this big change?

So here it goes.

As a young girl, the child of two civil engineers, the granddaughter of a high school administrator, marine [spy], and an English professor with a double doctorate in psychology and English, it was naturally expected that I would do well. And in many cases I did. I was accepted into many of the advanced programs offered, went to camp and was an avid Girl Scout for years.

The one thing that I was never encouraged to really try in was science, despite a very early love of dinosaurs and history. For whatever reason, science, ecology, biology, chemistry – all seemed the domain of the young boys and I knew not to question it.

When I finally  made it to college I really enjoyed the PR and Journalism program at the Grady School of Communications at UGA. I learned so much and really had the chance to develop my writing and persuasion skills and felt confident heading out into the world.

I only had four interviews before getting hired, by the Georgia Department of Natural Resources, Wildlife Resources Division. A job I continue to hold, and one I love….know why? Because it opened my eyes, Everyday I learn more and more – how could I have missed this stuff in school? The subtle yet complex interactions between species, habitats, air and water quality….I was absolutely in shock that these things are not mandatory for all young people going through school. How can we ever expect to “save the planet” if we don’t understand the planet in the first place??

I began to really read and tag along in the field as much as possible. As a public affairs specialist it was up to me to convince people that our programs and projects are important and worthy of funds. I thought to myself, how can I do that if I don’t “get it” my self?

Now two years into what I hope will be a long career, I have seen up close a mom and calf North Atlantic right whale (less than 350 left in the world), held a federally threatened bog turtle and the leathery egg of a loggerhead sea turtle, as well as learn to measure the wingspan of an American Oystercatcher and help attach a radio transmitter to the back of a marbled godwit. I have stood a few feet away from 40 foot flames while assisting with a nearly 2000 acre prescribed burn. I have photographed bats and marveled at the thinness of their wings, swamped for bog restoration and banded geese at night.

I don’t say these things to brag, not at all, but to show that I have seen more of this state in my two years with DNR than in my nearly 27 years of living here. I am astounded that ever school child doesn’t learn about the most wonderful thing about our planet in more depth, the natural world.

So here is the change. Although I love grad school and the program I was undertaking – an MA in environmental non-profits, I have decided to switch programs to an MS in Conservation Ecology and Sustainable Development, with a certificate in the non-profit program, one in Environmental Ethics and another in Native Plants. I know the course-load is harder, but I just feel like being an ecologist will finally fill some void…some innate sense to seek out what I do not know. I am an addict…to learning. And I am hoping that  by completing this program, I will finally figure out where I belong.

Wish me luck!! (and if you have ever made a huge life change, I’d  love to hear about it!!)

where now?