Notes From the Jungle - The Rainy Season

It is raining nonstop in this tiny Caribbean village. Itconstruction created by man- a dimension borne
has rained incessantly for 3 days straight; the onlyout of the human mind designed to placate the
exception was the first day following the night ofego and apply order to chaos. We place
my arrival. Unfortunately I spent that beautifulenormous emphasis on the passage of time.
first day inside the local jungle internetPerhaps we would be better served focusing on
café working on my website, falselythe empty space between the hours and
assuming there would be plenty of time for theminutes- the universal sense of timelessness
beach. In addition to the rain, my stomach'swhere inner peace and stillness lie.
abrupt and vehement rebellion against the localI am the same soul I was nine years ago, despite
cuisine has placed a damper on my visit here.the aging of my physical body. If the soul goes on
It is my final day in Puerto Viejo and I feelafter the physical body breaks down, then we
surprisingly melancholy. The rain in this villageare all inherently capable of entering the space of
brings a certain element of tranquility that isuniversal consciousness where the gift of
perfect for my creative flow. However with mytimelessness awaits us. That gift is the present
departure for San Jose fast approaching, I long tomoment, and we are all free to enter it
enjoy the beautiful stretch of beach that Iwhenever we are ready. This, I realize, is my goal
remember so well from my last visit here. Therefor this journey, and my journey will continue long
is a narrow jungle path that leads to a vastafter I leave this village.
expanse of unspoiled coastline. I started on theBrief description of two hotels on the Caribbean
path yesterday afternoon anxious to relax on theCoast of Costa Rica:
warm sand and swim in the calm water, but aAlmonds and Corals Resort- Manzanillo. Luxury
darkening sky and the rumble of thunder off inbungalow tents located in the heart of the
the distance sent me back to the shelter of theManzanillo wildlife refuge approximately 10 miles
peaceful Casa Verde Hotel. The rain hassouth of Puerto Viejo offering five star service,
hampered my ability to enjoy the new addition ataccommodations and amenities. Rooms are
beautiful Casa Verde, a lovely swimming pool builtspacious, clean and comfortable with an IF (Insect
to resemble a natural lagoon, with interesting rockFactor) grade of A-. While I did not spot a single
formations and a soothing waterfall gently spillingcritter in my own room, the people in the
into clear blue water.bungalow next to mine complained of several
I am sitting at my favorite hangout Cafélarge insects in the bathroom area. The bungalows
Rico, an open air bamboo hut hidden inside aare elevated by platforms lifted on stilts and
dense cluster of beautiful tropical foliage. Theconnected by narrow wooden boardwalks
place feels like a remote jungle hideaway. Theilluminated by gas lamps. The rooms include
voices of local children and a sweet floral aromacomfortable queen sized beds surrounded by
float through the balmy air as I observe locals andmosquito netting and open air showers. This
tourists ambling along the muddy dirt road justgorgeous, tranquil resort sits in the midst of a
beyond the café. My new friend Liza,rainforest jungle on a stretch of beautiful beach.
whose boyfriend Roger owns the café,The beach is not ideal for swimming due to the
graciously serves me unlimited helpings of thestrong currents but it is perfect for relaxation.
best cappuccino in town and shares with me herThe closest swimming beach is a ten minute
latest impressions of the eccentric American manscenic walk from the resort. The resort is
who has taken up residence here to promote theconstantly shaded from the sun due to the
health benefits of colloidal silver and the dangerssurrounding rainforest, giving the place a true
inherent dangers of government sponsoredjungle feeling akin to a five star sleep away camp
terrorism.for adults or the setting of the 1960's television
A Canadian surfer walks in and orders a sandwichshow Gilligan's Island. At the huge open air
and a fruit smoothie. A local bush doctor namedrestaurant, a warm and friendly Jesse will greet
Gregory offers to brew me a cup of medicinalyou with a beautiful smile, eager to make your
tea made from an indigenous plant to cleanse mystay a pleasant one. A full buffet style breakfast
ailing colon. Puerto Viejo seems to turn up ais included. Dinners are tasty and satisfying and
constant stream of random characters and Imeal portions are more than generous. An
never know what new surprise awaits me aroundunlimited supply of delicious Costa Rican coffee
the next corner. Will it be a Canadian surfer, aand bananas is available to guests throughout the
group of European backpackers, an Australianday. The resort has its own zip line, a full service
retired journalist or a local bush doctor? I havespa and many comfortable nooks and crannies
been spending time these past few days with aperfect for reading, napping or just relaxing and
dance choreographer from Astoria, Queens. Wemediating. This is the perfect place to relax,
have decided we are kindred spirits grappling withunwind and commune with nature. However if
parallel life issues and searching for our soul'syou are seeking cell phone service, Wi-Fi
enlightenment through solitary travel.connection or a resort located in easy walking
The rain has just intensified and it is beatingdistance of shops, restaurants and nightlife, this is
powerfully against the bamboo roof of thisnot the place for you as the closest town (Puerto
makeshift café, drowning out all otherViejo) is a good 15 minutes by car.
noises from the surrounding village. I am safelyCabinas Casa Verde- Puerto Viejo. Located in the
ensconced inside a tropical hideout with deliciousheart of Puerto Viejo, Casa Verde offers a clean,
coffee and a constant supply of revolving driftersfriendly, safe environment tucked away from the
with a story to share. This is a writer's haven,dust and noise of the village center yet still within
and yet, the inner stillness and spiritualeasy walking distance from the beaches, cafes
contentment I am seeking continue to elude me.and restaurants sprinkled throughout the village.
My mind remains preoccupied with extraneousThe place has a strong hippie vibe and tends to
details. I am reflecting on the sharp contrastcater to backpackers and budget travelers in
between my present experience in Puerto Viejosearch of quality accommodations at a reasonable
and memories of my exciting, sun filled week nineprice. Walking the hotel grounds, it is easy to
years ago when I was a young graduate studentforget you are in Puerto Viejo. The IF at Cabinas
from Manhattan traveling through the country inCasa Verde is a solid A+, as I did not spot a
search of new adventures. During those restlesssingle critter inside my basic room with private
years of young adulthood, I was a hopelessbath and two double beds. This tiny slice of
romantic with idealistic views about life and love. Iheaven with its beautifully manicured gardens,
was carefree and naïve, always searchinglagoon style swimming pool, soothing waterfall,
for validation in people and places while failing toopen air Jacuzzi and spa area could easily be
look within for my sense of peace and fulfillment.found anywhere else in the Caribbean yet it
Through the passage of time and weatheringmaintains the wild and natural appeal of Costa
several harsh storms in my life, I have come toRica. Casa Verde serves breakfast in a beautiful
understand that true happiness cannot be found inoutdoor garden surrounded by exotic birds and
the material world as it must originate from withinbeautiful tropical flowers.
the heart and soul. Even so, I struggle with manyGuests can help themselves to an unlimited supply
of the same emotional dynamics that challengedof coffee and the kitchen serves delicious
me during my last visit to Puerto Viejo nine yearsbreakfast option like homemade crepes filled with
earlier. Perhaps the experience of solitary traveltropical fruit and blended fresh fruit smoothies.
brings these issues into sharper focus due to theThe owner Rene and his wife Caroline reside on
length of time spent engaged in deepthe premises, and Rene is a constant friendly
introspection.presence in the open air lobby and throughout the
It is funny how time works. The past nine yearsgrounds of his beautiful tropical oasis. It is clear he
have brought many changes- losses and triumphs,takes enormous pride in his surroundings, and he
blessings and heartbreaks. Despite the passage oftreats the guests like personal friends visiting his
time, I sit here now watching the rain fall andhome. The reception desk arranges bicycle rentals
wondering how much has really changed inside offor guests to enjoy the many beautiful jungle
me. I could swear it was only yesterday Itrails and beaches that line the outskirts of town.
stumbled into this café laughing andBottled water, snacks, juice and soda are available
seeking shelter from the tropical storm thatfor purchase in the open air lobby. The place feels
chased me off the beach. Tomorrow I mustlike a tiny slice of heaven, comfortably secluded
leave this village and head to San Jose, where Ifrom the rest of the village like a tiny island
will spend the night before continuing my journeyparadise. If you decide to visit Cabinas Casa
on the Pacific side of the country. I wonder if IVerde, be sure to ask for one of the rooms with
will return to Puerto Viejo in nine more years anda private bath and bring plenty of mosquito
reflect back on this period of my life with therepellant, rain gear and comfortable walking shoes.
same sense of bittersweet nostalgia.Be sure to ask for Rene at the reception desk,
Time moves so fast and yet at the same time, itand prepare to enjoy the many wonderful
appears to stand still. There is no denying thepleasures of the Pura Vida.
aging process, and yet time is an artificial