Coffee. I awoke at 5:30 to the beautiful music of a river running from its source and all I could think about was coffee. Today we would hike, so I dressed accordingly and slathered on the sunscreen.
I watched as one of the students flew across the zipline over the Pacuare River with the greatest of ease. Her yells of delight floated down to those of us standing on the ecolodge’s deck.
As I sit in my tent and write this post by the light of my headlamp, I look at the notes I jotted down about Rios Tropicales’ ecolodge and notice that I was writing by the light of a warm vanilla candle.