Here
are excerpts from a letter that we wrote to our family after we
had lived at Villa La Macha for a few months. Like our guest comments,
the letter gives a flavor of life at the Villa and describes the
flora and fauna that are present at and around the Villa.
Life in Costa Rica is wonderful "Pura Vida,"
(pure life) as they say in these parts. It is truly magical herethe
people, the landscape, the wildlife, the skies. We are falling in
love with the place.
The most spectacular aspects of our new home are
the ocean, its beaches and the surrounding fauna and flora. The
best-known spots are the enchanting Manuel Antonio National Park
and beach, but the whole area is a rich outdoor paradise full of
secret hideouts and environmental and animal surprises. The nearby
town of Quepos is a unique blend of small, third world village and
sophisticated tourist destination due to the proximity to the National
Park.
Slowly, we are falling into a great, natural rhythm.
Partly this is because of the children's internal clocks, but mostly
because the mornings are so splendid here. We typically awake at
the crack of dawn as the sun rises to watch the skies light up and
the ocean come into view. We normally retire to bed only a few hours
after the spectacular sunset disappears and the ocean view in front
of us fades into the louder and louder sounds of the surf. We eat
healthily and lightly, but indulge in luscious tropical fruits all
the time. Besides applying ourselves to our respective work projects
and running errands in town, we get out for runs, nature walks,
boat rides, beach strolls and swims practically every day.
This is a singularly marvelous place to reflect
and work. The views from my desk are majestic: to the left, 130
degrees of deep blue Pacific Ocean and a small, volcanic rock island
covered with trees, in front, the dramatic shoreline of Isla Damas
on the foreground and the long splendid Talamanca mountain range
in the background. Leaves in every shade of green artistically arranged
at eight different heights surround me and are dotted with fuscia
amapolas (hibiscus), orange llamabosques (literally wood callers),
dawn-pink campanas de angel (angel bells), lavender flores de volcan
(volcano flowers), and an occasional wild bird-of-paradise or heliconia.
Butterflies in complex patterns of orange, black,
red and yellow distract me from time to time as they hop among the
various shades of green. The surf of the water provides lulling
music and the breezes keep everything fresh. The final touches are
the melodic twitters and flashes of color from the crimson red and
jet-black sangretoros (literally bleeding bulls), the cadmium yellow
monjitos, the emerald green picaflores (hummingbirds known here
as flower pickers), the coffee- colored aguios and some eight other
varieties of birds around our house.
Our daughter, for her part, has landed in a giant
playground. She has learned to swim with her wings on and is a happy
duck in and out of the pool and beach all day. She basks in the
environment and cherishes the wildlife here. Not in the least bit
squeamish, she admires the vast array of insects and mammals we
see as much as the resplendent birds and exotic flowers. One-inch
kelly green crickets, black and yellow spotted crickets, six-inch
brown langostas (crickets known locally as lobsters), orange beetles,
five-inch bugs that pass for twigs and move as if scurried along
by the wind, butterflies whose wings are replicas of small leaves,
with veins and all, are ever-present company. (After reading about
Gus the firefly for some time, she even saw a few of them lighting
up the sky in front of the window in our living room).
Camouflaged frogs reflecting the color they rest
on visit with our daughter, Sonia in the outdoor shower and hot-tub
during the day, and their cousins come for a swim in the outdoor
pool at night. The cusuco (local, nine-banded armadillo) who lives
in the bush in front of us came to visit while Sonia was taking
a nap, but no doubt will come again to see her another day when
she is awake. She has already met the neighborhood machapos (large
local raccoons) and pisotes who make the nocturnal searching for
prized munchies. To cap it off, she saw a whole famiiy of mono titis
(squirrel monkeys), some ten or so, and was beside herself with
excitement. When the rains come, and the trees fill with fruit,
more monkeys will come and become reguiar callers.
Last, and littlest, but not least, baby Jasper is
flourishing as a curious little boy, alert and up for hours at a
stretch He has fully assimilated the paradise he is growing up in
and the continuous sounds of the ocean breeze, birds, frogs and
insects are second nature to him.
We are truly delighted to be here, and recognize
what a special experience it is for our whole family. For now, we
just try to make the most of every splendid day here.