Izzi's Journal

Dec 29th
Last night we drove the Pan American Highway south
to a beach called Hermosa. The narrow highway
was packed with cargo tucks and cars. The road
was a hazard in itself, but on top of that bikes, and
families were all trying to walk and ride along
this same dangerous path. Where is everyone
going I thought?
We eventually headed away from the highway and our
journey became more and more exciting. We
crossed smaller bridges, larger rivers and
bigger potholes, until we finally came to the
most beautiful, rugged, muddy road. All of a sudden
the jungle surrounding the road opened and
revealed a beautiful beach. This was Hermosa
Beach. We set up our hammocks in the trees,
just off the beach and excitedly climbed into
our hanging beds.
I could see the ocean, the moon, the stars, and the
jungle all from the soft swing of my hammock.
The tide was very low so a thin layer of water lay on
the beach and reflected the sky. It was incredible!
This poem I wrote the next day about the magic and
beauty of this beach at night.

Last night Was
The sand a reflection of the land above
the dizzying shallow waves
slide beneath my feet
a moon half bright
shadowed a distant firelight

Do i imagine this waking dream
of giants walking among the stars
and gypsies lost in night?

My soul, it wonders
Is this it?
the place earth ends?
or is this where it all
begins?
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In truth
there is not an end nor
start
but simply
this moment
with all of heart

Dec 30th
Since this entry has been typed and you are not
reading it straight from my journal (which is barely
legible), it is not as evident as to the harshness of
the road that we are driving on. The road has
gotten much more treacherous- to say the least. I
think we driven through 10 rivers, but haven't gotten
stuck yet. :-)
Tonight we stayed in Carate which is basically the end
of the road on the Osa Peninsula. From here we
will launch our kayaks. We have our hammocks
set up among the palms just up on the berm off
the beach. This dark grey sand beach stretches
on for miles. I cannot see the end of it in
either direction. The rain-forests here are the
lushest I've seen so far, and I have already seen
Macaws, Toucans and Howler Monkeys. It is
so beautiful here it is almost hard to see. Hard
to realize that it is real. My body can feel
the heat and the crashing warm waves, my ears
hear the chirping, howling and screeching of
the jungle, but for some reason it is almost too
beautiful for to see.
Today we took a extremely long steep stairway
into the mountainous rain-forest that surrounds
us. It has been named "The Stairway to Heaven"
which makes sense because-it's not an easy
journey to get there-but exquisite and worth
every stair once you do.
I have been looking at guides on native
medicinal plants-because it fascinates me that
when you are in such a natural habitat there is
no need for anything except preserving what is
already here. If you know how to live with the
environment you are in, then you don't even need a
first aid kit. I saw a Mimosa Pudica, a
very common plant here in Costa Rica (it can
even be found in the states), but i had just
learned that it helps with nervous dysfunctions
and insomnia, (besides the fun fact that it
closes its leaves when touched), so I was excited
to recognize it.
Jan 31st
Today I was a bit nervous, but ready to get going.
Getting out in my kayak was crazy. I was
completely strapped into a 200+ pound boat
preparing to paddle for miles on the open ocean with
basically no prior experience. I felt as if I
had been crippled and strapped to a wheelchair
and shoved toward huge crashing waves with only
the help of a small paddle.
I was really scared actually! But when asked if
I was ready, I swallowed the nausea, said yes
and was pushed toward the wild ocean.
Amazingly, my boat cut through these steep waves;
it's weight actually a blessing. My boat would
angle toward the sky and then swiftly fall to
the ocean as I made it over the waves. I was paddling
like the wind, but between these waves the
water slightly calmed and so did I. This was when I
needed to be paddling the hardest. The skirt
that covered the opening in my kayak was filled
with water and I wasn't making any progress.
It was insanity. Finally I realized that,
although I thought I was advancing toward the
calm blue water ahead, I was actually
retreating toward the beach. Upon this
realization a violent wave picked up my boat
and flipped me. It was my first escape, and I
felt almost relieved to deal with the worst.
Underwater I waisted no time, strangely, I
actually felt like I had plenty. I reached
forward, found the release strap on my skirt
and swam out from under my boat. I felt calmer, but
also wondered how I was going to ever make it
beyond the waves.
After my kayak was emptied of water I got back
in. Ben began to plan to have me swim out and
then would figure out how to get the boat to me
once I was beyond the waves, but I decided
no-(although it seemed almost impossible) I
knew I could do it. At this point I had
attracted a small audience of people that were camping
nearby. An older man who had come to watch and
take pictures said to me-"you can do it".
"I know", I said and I shoved off. This time Ben
pulled me through some of the white wash and
with all of my strength I paddled and charged
through the waves toward the the deep blue
ocean and---- I made it! I did it! Now I just
had to paddle for miles against wind and
current to our next destination and ......get to
safely to shore. I couldn't wait it's gonna be a
great adventure it already has been.