Hi Friends!
Last we spoke, I was thoroughly enjoying my honeymoon phase of recovery. The great news is...I continue to float happily in what I refer to as a "holding pattern." My new hip is performing great. My not so good hip is hanging in there, my ankle seems to have settled, and Britknee is being Britknee...so all joints are currently doing their best. I feel good. I can honestly say that I'm present. I haven't been worrying about what's ahead of me, and my surgical night terrors are now a rare event. I've also started attending Pilates reformer classes, which have been so fun. It feels good to just do regular non-physio activities! I'm loving my job, and I've learned that a lot of my worries about health were specifically related to my job. I'm very happy with my decision to switch gears a year ago.
I corresponded with a genetic team in Texas, and they require my full medical history in order to determine if they will take me on as a patient. I began the process of acquiring my medical records from 4 different hospitals in 3 different countries. OOF. I dived waaaay back into medical notes and emails from years ago, and it made me feel really uncomfortable. After reading multiple emails where I pleaded with doctors to take on my case and received MRI reports littered with bad f'n news, I turned off my computer, had a good cry, and decided to table it. I felt so sorry for that Kirstie. She went through some awful shit. That Kirstie had a lot of hope that things would just work out. She had no idea what was ahead of her. I really have come a long way, and although it's good to recognize that, I'm not ready to go back there just yet. I've decided to pursue the medical records in the summer, when I can collect in person in Canada. I'm pretty sure that I want to find out what exactly is going on in my body, and maybe even look at prognosis; however, I'm kinda scared, and not ready to rock the boat on my honeymoon cruise at the moment.
Speaking of honeymoon holidays, Ev and I recently returned from another wonderful Costa Rica adventure.
There's something about Costa Rica that keeps pulling us back. Our first trip to Costa Rica took place 17 years ago, and despite it being 3 years after our wedding, we always considered it our honeymoon. (hockey got in the way post wedding!) We flew to Liberia, on the northwest coast, and spent most of our time learning how to surf in Tamarindo. It was incredible! Given that it was a special trip, I wondered if perhaps my love of the country stemmed from good memories (and YOUTH!)
We went back to Costa Rica 2 years ago and felt the same good feelings. This time, Ev spent time on the Pacific coast in Jaco and then we rented a car and drove to La Fortuna, where we spent a fabulous week of adventure and relaxation with daily soaks in the hot springs, ziplining thousands of feet in the air, and ATV tours with incredible views of the volcano. (I highly recommend this location for a family holiday!)
Given that this was our third time to Costa Rica, we decided to explore the less inhabited, less developed Caribbean coast of the country. We landed in San Jose, rented a car and began our journey.
In Costa Rica, instead of greetings like "Good morning" or "Have a good day," locals say, "Pura Vida." This translates to "pure life." I've always thought this was a cool phrase, and looks great on t-shirts and hats; however, the more I experience Costa Rica, the more that I understand that Pura Vida is a way of life. My experience is that the people of Costa Rica value nature, family, friends, and happiness. Pura Vida is all about finding joy and contentment for life's simple joys. This is my interpretation, and I'm still learning, On this particular trip, Pura Vida (to me) felt like optimism and contentedness.
Our first night in Costa Rica was Pura Vida at its finest. We traversed roads which were most definitely off the beaten track and, after few missteps (Um...we are now in a cow pasture?) arrived at a very special eco lodge near Turrialba.
Our own little lodge for the night was perched on the edge of a valley, with incredible sights and sounds that would rival any relaxation sound machine! I awoke to a glorious view of the valley and the sounds of the rushing water from the river below, the crashing of the waterfall and the birds calling. As I stepped out of our lodge for a morning walk, I was immediately greeted by a family of goats who wander the valley side, keeping the grass manicured. Our accommodation was not fancy, and I wouldn't necessarily recommend for people with bug fears, but overall, it was memorable experience.
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Livin' on the edge! |
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What a way to wake up! |
The next day we drove to Puerto Vjejo. Puerto Vjejo is located along the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica, amidst lush tropical landscapes and long stretches of beaches.
Puerto Vjejo is a fun, chill place. It's difficult to compare to other spots, as it's very uniquely its own; however, it did remind me a bit of Sayulita (Mexico) circa 2010. It's a quaint little town on the beach with unique shops and restaurants. It was quiet during the day but livened up at night. We always have felt safe in Costa Rica, however, there were a few guys urging Ev, "Coke? Smoke?" in the evening hours. We never felt harassed or followed. I even overheard a tourist telling one of the guys, "I gave up weed 10 years ago and I've never felt better," to which the guy replied, "That's great. It's not good for you!" Haha. He might have to switch products!
We stayed at a small boutique hotel on the beach near Puerto Vjejo for 3 nights. I loved our room. It was all open-air, with a wrap-around deck and ocean views. Although our bed had a mosquito net, we never had to use it because...um...where are the mosquitoes? Was it because we were there during non-rainy season? I'm not sure, but despite the fact that our entire room was open air, I did not hear or see one mosquito!
The hotel was on a beach called Playa Negra, which translates to black beach. The sand was black and packed, which makes for difficult post-beach clean-up, but is very conducive to long beach walks for individuals with questionable metal joints. I really enjoyed the beach walks, as I find it difficult to beach walk in Cayman for more than 10-minutes due to the soft sand on my joints.
Playa Negra was like doggie heaven. It appeared as though everyone had a dog! Dogs with collars ran freely, chasing frisbees in the sea, scampering with other dogs - it was a sight to see. One late afternoon around dusk, Ev and I sipped our sundowners, watching the dogs live their best life. I was thinking about the meaning of "Pura Vida," and couldn't help but think that this was it!
We spent an afternoon at the Jaguar Rescue Center, just 10 minutes down the road from our hotel. The Jaguar Rescue Center is a temporary or permanent home for sick, injured, or orphaned monkeys, sloths, birds, and reptiles. One reason many mammals are coming into the center is a result of increasing construction and expansion in the area. Many monkeys and sloths are mistaking power lines for tree-top vines, and suffering from electrocution. The center has round-the-clock veterinarians to provide medical care to these animals. Unfortunately, many animals do not survive or leave orphaned babies behind. The center works hard to rehabilitate the animals and then release them back into their home. Some of the animals sustain injuries that would make survival impossible in the wild. These animals have permanent homes at the sanctuary, which looks like a pretty awesome place to live!
Costa Rica has a strong legal framework to protect animals, which I love and support! For example, it is illegal to take a selfie with a wild animal in Costa Rica. Tourists (and I was guilty of this), love posing for pictures with "pet" monkeys or hug a sloth for a photo op at a resort. This is not nice for the animals, and they are often kept in poor conditions. One of the monkeys rescued at the Jaguar Rescue Center spent his first year of life in a tiny box, taken out only for meals and photos with tourists. Despite efforts to re-wild him, he's afraid of the big jungle, and no longer has the skills to survive in the wild. Thank goodness for the center to take him in as a permanent resident. Please don't pose for pictures with wild animals! (Or kidnap a baby wombat like the crazy influencer in Australia).
We spent our last night "glamping" in the jungle. This was NOT a conventional hotel, and definitely my favorite experience of the trip.
We stayed in a Geodesic dome, which apparently is the same type of domes used by NASA (life on Mars, anyone?) We were perched about the ground amidst the trees, about a 3-minute walk from a beautiful long beach. Our dome had a deck, where we spent our evening. As Faith, the woman who created this eco heaven with her bare hands (literally cleared the land!), toured us around the property, she covered her head with her hands and warned, "The monkeys will throw fruit at you!" Sure enough, the treetops were scattered with spider monkeys, swinging from vine to vine, tossing objects at the ground. She also warned us not to be alarmed if we heard a chair moving on our deck, as a resident sloth likes to move furniture around (SLOWLY) during the night. This place was unreal! The howler monkeys woke me up at 5am, with their Jurassic Park T-Rex sounding call. I was in my glory, completely overstimulated by nature. What an experience!
Costa Rica for the win...again! I think Costa Rica might be in our future cards - who knows? We would both love to spend more time there.
In addition to a really nice getaway this month, Ev and I hosted a very special event... Dilbert's DNA reveal!
We don't really know anything about Dilbert's history, other than that he was found wandering the streets of West Bay with some other dogs (I picture a dog gang). He was unkempt, dirty and scraggly and very skittish. Unfortunately, dumping a puppy once he/she is no longer a cute puppy is a common issue here, and it was suspected that Dilbert was an abandoned 3-year-old dog, set free to fend for himself.
This sad story hurts my heart, so I've decided, (with the help of Chat GPT), that Dilbert was a secret agent, trained in covert operations. The secret agent life wasn't for him (too many high-speed car chases, which explains his hatred of car rides); hence he decided to live undercover as a pet. I mean, look at his face...he KNOWS stuff. Haha.
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This is the face of someone who has been mistakenly added to a signal chat ;) |
Regardless, Dilbert's DNA results were quite surprising! We suspected that he had some Shih Tzu and Poodle in him, as this is what the Humane Society labeled him as. But we never suspected 6 breeds!
We hosted our island fam for a DNA reveal brunch, presenting them with various options to predict the breeds that make up Dilbert. We managed to incorporate some "betting" and were able to provide the Human Society with a donation of needed supplies. We had a scavenger hunt for the kiddos and popped quite a few bottles of bubbles - it was a super fun day!
No one was able to correctly guess all 6 of Dilbert's breeds; however, a few friends managed 3.
Here are the results:
32% Shih Tzu - explains the stubborn nature, loyalty, and wicked underbite
28% Staffordshire Terrier - Surprise! Staffy's are known to be sensitive dogs, which explains Dilbert's sweet soul, and it also accounts for his musculature stature!
11% Lhasa Apso - This explains Dilbert's protective nature, weariness of strangers, and little white dog body
10% French Bulldog - This explains Dilbert's occasional defiance and couch potato tendencies
10% Pit Bull Terrier - Surprise! Dilbert's a little pittie! haha. This explains his athleticism! He is super fast and agile!
9% Mini Poodle - Aw... Dilbert's little curls!
I'm not sure exactly how accurate these results are, but we had so much fun sharing it with our buds, and celebrating our Dilbert, who brings so much joy into our lives! I'm a strong advocate of "silly fun" these days. I'm feeling good and want to celebrate my dog's heritage - what can I say?
That's the very long update. Thanks for hanging in there with me!
Cheers!