9 hours and 4 busses later, I found a region of the country in the mountains near Costa Rica where I feel much more at home. I hear frogs, insects, and the occasional bird… and this is the mural at my hostel for tonight. (And I made friends with a climber!) (Who has never heard of Joshua Tree).
I am in love with the forest, but the highlight of this place is the locals. Gaboo, who took me hiking and swimming in a nearby waterfall. Ruben, who traded me climbing guide services for a pair of Evolv’s for his little boy. And Mauricio, who invited me into his home for a home cooked meal. I am overwhelmed by how generous and kind everyone has been to a solo traveler and have felt safe my entire time in this town.