Saturday morning a woman from Quebec asked If I was interested in joining her for breakfast in town. I was awake yet still half in dream world. My brain slow and groggy but this was a no brainer- she was gorgeous, but in a subtle and natural way. That Hollywood film kind, -can´t help but to fall in love at first sight sort of pretty. The Quebeccer and I got breakfast, and met the other French speaking Canadians for a trip to the waterfall. Great experience with the French, they are easy to amuse and very polite.
Our first sight of the waterfall was from an observatory. The green wall of jungle was ripped open by the blasting water that then plummeted. A 20 minute hike down brought us to the water´s crash landing. It exploded shrapnel of mist that dissipated into the humidity. Droplets of mist and sweat collected on my face. The was was very cool, but not cold- clear and forceful as it pushed us into the massive mossy rocks along the edges and below the hanging jungle vines. A strong swimmer could keep in place, a weak swimmer would sink.
Quebec and I then hiked the Arenal Volcano, up Cerro Chato on a path, directed by little wooden signs. We got lost, bit, rained on, and gravely disappointed. Before I can type that story, and the one of the hot springs, I have a coffee-sugar-chocolate plantation tour to attend and bungees to jump.
I´m currently in Monteverde. Stayed at Montelena hostel and am heading to San Juan Del Sur tonight with some Nederlandians.