Feet on the ground

The band width on the ship was a bear. I couldn’t update as frequently as I would have liked to because of connectivity. I’ll catch up next time from the beginning of the cruise through my leave from Costa Rica. Copious notes were taken, data was collected, tears were shed which sprung from frustration and tremendous joy. The experience was priceless. More on that later.

The cruise ended one week and two days ago. I have been home for a week, slowly trying to get my head back into the pace of life on land, but I am perpetually drifting out to sea in my mind’s horizon. I miss the solitude of being on the ocean. With so much work to do at home and school, I can’t dwell in my adventures for much longer. I. Must. Get. To. Work.

I spent a couple of extra days in Costa Rica after we anchored outside of Puntarenas, which is known to be the “armpit of Costa Rica” according to The Surfer’s Guide to Costa Rica. I didn’t find it to be terrible, although it is obviously off of the beaten path, I could see why some might not want to visit. With a group of scientists comprised of an entomologist, and a bunch of marine microbiologists of which I was a part, I visited the Rainforest at Manuel Antonio Park. Here’s what we saw: