Hola! I figured this would all feel real once I got to DIA, or when I was on the plane.  If not on the plane, then certainly when I landed.  But even as I am eating my diner of Casado (un plato tipico en Costa Rica) on an unnamed street corner, this all still feels like a dream.

Prior to leaving a friend reminded me of a quote I gave to her before she began some travels through South East Asia.

"Adventure is a path.  Real adventure- self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have first hand encounters with the world.  The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it.  Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness.  In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of human kind - and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both.  This will change you.  Nothing will ever again be black and white."

-Mark Jenkins

This is a nice reminder of what this trip is for me.  We have little planned besides the intention for exploring the greater part of Central and South America, hopefully making it as far south as Tierra de Fuego via a rugged donkey ride.  But when your entire life is changed compliments of a 6 hour plane ride, what is meant to feel real.  For now, what feels the most real is the rain.  We were welcomed to Costa Rica by rain, mucha lluvia.

Con mucho amor,