We were all huddled underneath a tree as the winds were howling around us and the rain was coming from seemingly every direction. I was watching the zip line wire swing crazily back and forth in the storm.
“Are we really going to zip line in this weather?”
“Si. Pura Vida muchacho!”
Hey, if they feel it’s safe, then what is to stop me?
The sound of the cable as you glide over the Costa Rican jungle invigorates me with a rush of adrenaline. I see previously hidden waterfalls come into view. Back and forth we go, crisscrossing the massive gorge as we make our way down the ten point zip line course.
I end up mud spattered and starving after the zip line adventure, and gorge myself on locally grown beans and other Central American dishes.
The rain slowly dissipates and the sun warms my skin in the Costa Rican afternoon.
