Today’s our last full day in the jungle and it’s feeling pretty bittersweet. While our journey doesn’t end here, I’m not sure that I’m ready for life at the Finca to be over. I came here expecting newness and adventure, which I’ve received, but I’ve also found a new connection with nature, a stronger appreciation for friendships old and new, a confidence in my capabilities and my strength that I’ve never noticed before, and this impossible to describe feeling of smallness and how fully functionally and happy the world around us is without human presence. I’ve been awful about sharing pictures of the Finca this whole time, but I’ll be sure to get a few good ones out after we hit the road tomorrow. Please go check out @finca_bellavista if you’d like to learn more about this community that thrives in the middle of the Costa Rican jungle. 🌴🤙🏻
This brings back memories like nobody's business. I was in the fifth grade when my mom took my sister and me to a discount used book store. I perused the books on some of the more hidden shelves, judging every book by its cover, as we are meant to do (that's why cover art is so important my dudes, ask someone who designs them). It took me a while, but after judging book after book as unworthy of what little time I had, I came across this one. The cover drew me in, as I have always been a fantasy fiend. There, a realistic animated dragon for goddamn once! I picked it out of the jumble on that shelf and flipped it open to the first page of the epilogue and read and reread that first page. My mind was blown, because until that point I had only been reading the lackluster kiddie books at my school's library, books with below subpar writing and fluffy conflict at best. This book, however, was magnetizing, its writing crisp and piercing enveloping. Needless to say, this was the book that truly started me down the path on my insatiable quest for detailed descriptions and fleshed-out characters and put-of-this-world world-building. Now, 10 years later, I found the same film edition cover--although we don't talk about the film version--in another second-hand store. Ho boy, I got the feels, that's for sure.