Day 2: We survived day 1. That is all.
We (my roomie and I) went to bed at 9pm, yet 5am still came far too quickly. Coffee is ready at 5:30, yet we are awakened by a literal symphony of jungle creatures….and some roosters…promptly at 5am. So many roosters. I’m from cattle country, mind you I live in the city, and have never lived on a farm, soooo - moot point - anyhow, I have never seen so many roosters! Big ones, little ones, creepy ones, pretty ones, red ones, brown one, white ones! As I said, so so so many, roaming freely.
Dinosaurs, aka howler monkeys, roosters, stray dogs, housed dogs, crickets, birds of all feathers and us - our little group of yogis in training, up and at ‘em at the literal break of dawn.
It’s only day 2 and the morning routine already feels like a routine. We wander down to get our water and fresh lime (for our liver detox)….I swear it’s not rehab, grab some crazy Costa Rican coffee - holy crap - literally - and then walk silently to the beach for our meditation.
There is a pen of horses, I use the term loosely, like most things here, it’s a bunch of wood and barbed wire. The most stunning horses live there. They greet us, and the littlest one decides to walkout and join us through the 'gate’, I half thought he’d come meditate with us.
I have to say there is nothing if not humor in every situation I’ve encountered by far. Even in trying to wrangle this creature and get it back into it pen. We have a lovely local who has joined us for training, a Peruvian surfer who truely lives by tiko time (like island time, but not on an island 😉) and may be the most chill human I’ve ever encountered. Standing maybe 5ft tall, tanned like dark leather from a life of sun and sand, he tries and tries and tries some more to coax this horse back to its pen. It was like they were having an argument and the horse kept winning…..I broke silence and laughed, and laughed some more. The sight will stick with me not only for the hilarity but for the futility of it all.
Sitting in silence, in wet sand, in a line with strangers at such an ungodly hour is still (yes I know it’s only day 2) terribly uncomfortable. I’m like a child and can’t sit still, I see the ocean and just want to jump in!!!! But alas. I sit quietly and make lists in my head as per usual. When will this zen stuff kick in?!
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