Mmmmmm..... Golfo Dulce
When we get there, I will drink an
here, on this beach....
or this beach.....
When we need supplies, we cross this ferry to get to Golfito. They sell ceviche out of a cooler. It is delicious. Its strange that in America, that would be like getting a sandwich from the bus driver... something that would never happen.
I can not wait to eat the food and swim in the waters. To walk down the dirt roads. Watch the plants & animals. Take a step back from the noise & light pollution, the constant bombardment by advertising, the traffic on the roads, the concrete jungle. Oh, my hippie heart... I can't believe I've held out a whole year. Save me Earth! Cover me up with dirt. Give me water & sun. Let me grow green again.
