Music: Pitbull – Toma
I survived dance class.
Actually, I more than survived. Turns out I can dance, kind of. Bolero clasico and bolero piratiado are no problem for me, as long as I keep counting. 1...2...3...4...1...2...3...4... Merengue wasn't too bad either, but salsa, well, was a disaster. But hey, three out of four ain't bad.
Today, we went on a hike to Cerro Danta. So. Much. Walking. To get there, it's a bus to Heredia, then a bus to San Rafael, then 20 minutes up to Monte de la Cruz, where I went before, then another two hours farther up to get to the camp. But I got lucky. Just after we passed Monte de la Cruz, the owner of Cerro Danta passed us in his truck, and he gave me and Ashley a ride, because we were dying. We still had to hike 2 km, though, because the truck couldn't go any farther.
Once we got there, we split into two groups, and one group went on the “long” hike (it's supposed to take two and a half hours, but we did it in one) and the other group went on the short hike to the waterfall. The long hike was really cool; we had to use ropes at certain points to keep ourselves from falling, and we crossed like four rivers. Apparently, the forest we were in is considered one of the most dangerous forests in Central America, because so many people go missing in it. But we had a guide, so it was all good. It's a wildlife refuge, but we didn't see anything because people talked the whole hike, haha. But apparently you can see dantas, tapirs, quetzals, pumas, and jaguars. We only saw hummingbirds and caterpillars. Still cool though. And we crossed the continental divide. The guide told us that if it weren't cloudy, we'd be able to see the Caribbean on one side and the Pacific on the other.
We ended up going the short hike to the waterfall, too, once we got back from the long one. It was actually two waterfalls, though, one right next to the other, which was amazing to look at. They told us there's another waterfall in the park, the tallest in Costa Rica (200 meters), but that it takes eight hours to hike to it.
After that was lunch, and then the hike back. I went in the back of the group with the owner, Don Warren, and his employee (assistant? volunteer?) Andy, because Don Warren walks at a pace I can keep up with, while Yanori practically runs. Anyway, the three of us made it to the car, and Don Warren asked Ashley and I if we wanted to ride back down. Of course, we said yes. Then, he asked us where we were staying, and we told him, and it turns out he lives about five blocks from Ashley, and offered her a ride all the way home. I was joking around, saying, “Dang, wish I lived in San Pedro!” and he said, “You live in Santo Domingo, right? I drive home that way, I can drop you off, too.” Free rides home = awesome.
Well, Abuelo and Abuela, and Tio Marcos and Tia Isabel just showed up, so I'll leave off. Not that I had any more to say, haha.
Pura Vida,
Sarah
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