A little update here: I got an extension. Not a long one, mind, I just get to stay on an extra two weeks working for free. But I’ll take what I can get. I’ve got some family visiting, and we’ll head back down to the Osa for a while, so I’m going to be pretty busy for the next week and a half or so. But then I’ll be back for updates and some last final posts before heading back stateside.
So the nostalgia and senioritis isn’t setting in quite yet. But still, every tour I give, every activity I lead, carries that weight of possibly being my last. It’s gotten me to focus on the details more, really given me motivation to care more about the work. And that applies to everything, not just the official duties.
There’s also the casual interactions with the guests. There’s not much I love as much as pointing out some animal or cool plant to a guest as we’re hanging out on the front porch after dinner or just walking between buildings.
The other day, I was showing a family to their rooms and was making small talk. They were from Denmark, and were in Costa Rica for the first time. They wanted to see colorful birds and other wildlife, and were interested in insects. As if we were following a cheesy script, we came around a corner and heard a guan call from the trees, got to high-step over a line of army ants, and saw a pair of motmots dive into the bushes.
And then we saw a monkey. I’ve mentioned it before, but watching a child see their first monkey is like watching a child discover Christmas. Plus, these kids were from Denmark, a place about as far removed from monkeys as you can get. We spent a good twenty minutes watching one monkey in a tree, who was surprisingly cooperative and behaved himself, eating guavas in full view. Soon enough, the whole troop appeared, and parents and children alike were just lost in the moment, surrounded by furry little bodies chittering and leaping from the trees. And they hadn’t even been in the country 12 hours.
So I got to help facilitate the best possible introduction to Monteverde ecotourism, if not Costa Rica in general. It was like walking out of a travel ad. And I’m glad I got to do that in my last month here. I wish all intros could go like that. It’d be great to end on good note.