Some poetry from our time in Brisas del Mar, Aramecina and La Tigra National Park:

Brand new places
Unknown smiling faces
Planting pineapple on hillsides
Between bumpy truck rides.
Counting all the coffee yields
After working in corn fields.
Three days of trying to dry wet clothes
And waking up with ice cold toes.
Hikes to waterfalls
Kicking butt with soccerballs
Camp fire flames
Salad bowl games
Helping to clean dirty dishes
While trying to fulfill hopes and wishes
It's funny how time flies
And we're left with teary eyes
And sad goodbyes

                    Katie Schober

     A wrinkle in time
Our squinting eyes match
the sunburned cheeks
as we
traveled from dried up streams
to cloud covered peaks.

The bumpy road takes its toll
on the tire popped by a deep pothole.

As the adventure continues
the stares never cease
but it doesn't mater
these gringos come in peace

A hike for the soul
and a disappointing Superbowl
remind us of home
and the driving we actually condone.

Ants in our pants
and sewage streams
we all got closer
crammed like sardines.

A lesson we've learned
as we've traveled along
speaking spanglish
our conjugations are wrong.

Plants living on plants
and trees covered by moss
shows us something
in the U.S. we have lost.

Being happy with less
and loving more
is just the beginning
we have much to explore!

          Leeann Reid