Whatever was bugging me continued to bother me—bed bugs, something in the sheets, something in the air—I dunno... Whatever it was, it put a damper on my experience. I stopped enjoying my trip, and when I realized that it became clear that it was time to come home. The journey from Montezuma to the airport took 9 hours that began in a
van, transferred to a boat, then a taxi, and finally ended with a bus. Eventually I made my way back to the states.
Though I had to cut my journey short and didn’t plant any trees, I still came
away with more than my share of stories and experiences. I figured I must have come in contact to something akin to poison ivy. The little bites were actually my body's reaction to poison in the form of little blisters. I saw alternative way of living outside of the rat race. And I learned to make a mean pot of bean! Of course life experiences do not end here, but the Costa Rica experience does.
