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I hadn't planned on going to Jaco, Costa Rica. But in Little Corn I befriended a girl who lived there and invited me to stay with her for a few days when she got back. By day we'd hike up the hill or walk on the beach. By night we'd catch a movie, drink some ladies night drinks, or make hummus or chickpea burgers from scratch. It was a nice little break from hostel life that made me miss having access to those comforts of home: a kitchen (many hostels have them, but it's a pain to really cook in...

I'd never ridden a horse before. Maybe, possibly, one of those ponies that goes around a pole at a carnival when I was a child. Possibly. But probably not. Such is life. Most backpackers come to Monteverde to do the zipline or the bungee jump or possibly both. But as I've tried so very hard to establish here: I'm not extreme. And I don't like heights. And I especially don't like falling from heights. So as much as people keep calling me Supergirl, I have no desire to actually fly through the air like a bird, a plane, or a speeding...

I've established already that "thrill seeking" isn't exactly part of my vocabulary. So, while everyone else seemed to go to Monteverde, Costa Rica, to zipline or bungee jump, I preferred to keep my feet firmly planted on the ground. So, instead of flying through the trees at top speeds, I chose to take my time, hiking the Cloud Forest Reserve for a good five hours. Half the time, it rained, and the other half the wind blew the raindrop reserves from the trees. I was mostly alone, choosing to go slower, or veer off another direction anytime I saw someone...