Being that it is rainiest part of the year and is at the tail end of a weather system, Jim and I headed towards Tapanti National Park, in the rainiest part of the country last Sunday. We had been to the east of San Jose earlier in August when we had company.
Flashback
Nancy’s step brother, Bill and his dad, Jack visited us the first week of August. They spent a few days on the Pacific Coast but on the weekend we enjoyed a few side trips around the Meseta Central. We had a very entertaining tour of Café Britt coffee plantation, complete with a visit from the company’s owner. Then we also made our way to the eastern side of San Jose. We visited our third volcano, Irazu. We drove up the arduous hill completely covered in clouds and near the top we came out of them and enjoyed a view of the volcano. Afterwards , we drove south to the Orosi Valley. After stopping at a breathtaking overlook, we drove down into the town of Orosi where we ate lunch at the Cabecar Café. We were waited on by an energetic 10-year old girl. We asked what the “Cabecar” name referred to and she got very excited and started into a long story, mind you this was in Spanish. We asked, “Despacio, por favor!” and she slowed down her story. It had something to do with her grandfather and that we were on (or around) the burial ground for the Cabecar Indians.
Present
We met up with one of Jim’s co-workers and his wife in Cartago. We drove down into the Orosi Valley, pass coffee fields, over the Macho River until we got to the end of the pavement. Then drove a bit further, over a one lane bridge, waited until the herd of cattle went around us and then climbed up the dirt road to the Tapanti Park entrance. We spent the morning, hiking on the trails, enjoying different views of the waterfall. It only started to sprinkle as we were getting into the car to leave. We continued to drive around a loop in the valley and ate lunch at a beautiful restaurant. The terrain is quite mountainous and I can never stop thinking about how difficult it must be driving on those roads in winter. Then, reality sets in and I realize that I’m in Costa Rica and it’s “winter” right now. We returned to our house late afternoon, through a rain storm, and saw that we had received over 2 inches of rain while we were gone.
Flashback
Nancy’s step brother, Bill and his dad, Jack visited us the first week of August. They spent a few days on the Pacific Coast but on the weekend we enjoyed a few side trips around the Meseta Central. We had a very entertaining tour of Café Britt coffee plantation, complete with a visit from the company’s owner. Then we also made our way to the eastern side of San Jose. We visited our third volcano, Irazu. We drove up the arduous hill completely covered in clouds and near the top we came out of them and enjoyed a view of the volcano. Afterwards , we drove south to the Orosi Valley. After stopping at a breathtaking overlook, we drove down into the town of Orosi where we ate lunch at the Cabecar Café. We were waited on by an energetic 10-year old girl. We asked what the “Cabecar” name referred to and she got very excited and started into a long story, mind you this was in Spanish. We asked, “Despacio, por favor!” and she slowed down her story. It had something to do with her grandfather and that we were on (or around) the burial ground for the Cabecar Indians.
Present
We met up with one of Jim’s co-workers and his wife in Cartago. We drove down into the Orosi Valley, pass coffee fields, over the Macho River until we got to the end of the pavement. Then drove a bit further, over a one lane bridge, waited until the herd of cattle went around us and then climbed up the dirt road to the Tapanti Park entrance. We spent the morning, hiking on the trails, enjoying different views of the waterfall. It only started to sprinkle as we were getting into the car to leave. We continued to drive around a loop in the valley and ate lunch at a beautiful restaurant. The terrain is quite mountainous and I can never stop thinking about how difficult it must be driving on those roads in winter. Then, reality sets in and I realize that I’m in Costa Rica and it’s “winter” right now. We returned to our house late afternoon, through a rain storm, and saw that we had received over 2 inches of rain while we were gone.
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