All Good Things....

Coming back to Finca Chinchilla before I travelled home was always my plan.  My experience in Costa Rica was shaped more by my family there than by anything else, and I couldn't imagine not ending my trip in their company.


I will say, however, that I ended up making things harder on myself.  As I wrapped up my wandering travels, I had begun to feel a little tired of lugging my backpack around, of the same sort of conversation, of spending money, of any number of things that wear on a traveller.  I had started to think "Well, when I'm home, I can..."


Coming back to the farm erased all that in an afternoon.  Walking back up to my family's home, surrounded by mist and mountains, I felt a sort of sigh of relief - a homecoming.  A beautiful feeling, but one that can be a little bit problematic when you have a flight booked in three weeks. 


Those three weeks passed in less than a heartbeat.  I woke up every morning feeling a bittersweet pressure to soak in every drop of each moment I had left, but still felt that the sun set before I could catch my breath.  I'm can't let this blog go without recounting a few more of these moments...