A "Sense"ible Description

The extent to which I love a good bus ride here is ridiculous. When we get on, and everyone is groaning about the fact that we will be immobilized in a chair for the next four hours, I am smiling with anticipation to relax and just spend endless hours with my eyes on the scenery and my ears towards my friends, or the movies playing in the background, or an album on my ipod. I can take in Costa Rica, and considering at this point we have driven all over, I would dare to claim that I have at least laid my eyes on a great portion of Costa Rica. These drives are honestly magical. My view will be obscured by bushes and trees and all of a sudden they'll open up to some spectacular landscape of rolling mountains filled with endless greenery and the occasional quaint home. Otherwise, if we're simply in the middle of the city, mountains are visible on all sides of us as a general rule, mountains caressed by clouds and a gradient of green.

And then there's Heredia, our humble home away from home. In Heredia, you can be taught about Costa Rica in general. Like how cars have the right of way here instead of pedestrians, and that these drivers are maniacs, but there's not a crash or accident to be seen. They are safe in their danger. You are taught about the general Costa Rican way of life, of “Pura vida!”, or “Pure life!” It means, it's all okay, life is good. It's used to accept an apology, as a goodbye, as a hello, as a reminder, that indeed, life is good if you let it be. And this is indeed the personality of the locals here. Its not exactly like Mexico, where everything is relaxed and laid back, its more of an environment where everything is happy, and everything is and always will be okay.

On my walk to school, I follow along a railroad track, often being forced to walk on it since there isn't always a place to walk next to it. There's no bar that comes down when the train comes. There's a couple red lights that might light up if you catch them at the right time if a train is coming, but they're awkwardly placed, and the people who need to see them in the moment and do is few. What alerts you to the train is the honking. When approaching an intersection, the train will endlessly blow its horn to tell cars to either cross the tracks or finally hit reverse. But if they don't do so in time, it's not a big deal. The train slows down, and I've even seen the train stop as it waited for a car to move.

Walking the streets, little things even like the pedestrian walk signals are interesting. Instead of a simple hand for stop and a person for walk, the person actually walks. The pedestrian lights here are animated of a person walking or jogging. And the street performers. They perform in the streets. Literally. They will walk out on to the road where the cars are stopped in front of a spotlight and perform while they wait for the light to turn green. Timing their performance so they have enough time to collect money just before the stoplight turns green. I've seen it all, unicycles, tricks with sticks of fire, it's like a circus on a quaint little intersection.

Walking to school at a certain time of day, the aroma of that which is Costa Rica is so sweet. Walking along the railroad tracks, tracks that criss-cross Costa Rica and link it together, the landscape opens up before you, mountains and valleys are spread out before you, beckoning you to explore, beckoning you to stay a while and enjoy it.