It's Like Brushing Your Teeth

A wise man, a professional writer in fact, told me that writing is like brushing your teeth.  You just need to get in the habit of doing it.  And to take that analogy further, I've found that it can act as mental floss.  You start flossing and sometimes you're surprised at what comes out of the spaces between your teeth.  Heck, maybe it's even from a day or two ago!

You see so much here in a day that it's hard to choose exactly what to write about.  This morning I went down to the beach with a German volunteer, Wibke, who is helping with the large cats project.  We saw a pelican skimming the waves looking to grab a fish.  Jesus Christ lizards were scampering light-footedly across some standing water at the forest's edge and as you descend the beach trail you're constantly reminded to watch your step as leaves rustle with anole lizards scampering, frogs hopping and snakes slithering out of your way.  

I crunched through some dried palm fronds, across the hot sand, hot enough to make you wince, and into the cooler wet sand bathed by the tide.  Just over the waves there were whales swimming by.  They often visit the Golfo Dulce's deep, still waters to give birth to their calves and feed, so it's common to see them along this stretch of beach from December through May.  

This evening we headed up the hill to Cerro Osa to show some visitors the houses and buildings - thinking about potential for future student groups.  The short-list of sitings while we were there is: hawk, woodpecker, and two toucans.  We borrowed a Guinness from the fridge [to be replaced in the future, I promise] and watched the sunset.

I think it's appropriate to show a scene from the morning and one from the evening.  Everything that's stuck in between we can get to later.