Saludos

Sorry it has been a while since I last posted.
My parents got in on the first. I flew into San Jose and took a cab to the hotel where they were already. Quite nice to finally see them again. Their trip was fairly smooth as well.
Our hotel was called Casa 69. Really a nice hotel. An oasis in the middle of busy, dirty, unattractive San Jose. The barbed wire around it could be a bit misleading, but inside it was very pretty and cozy. The owner, Kurt, always loves a good laugh. The breakfast as delicious as well. Fresh bread, fresh fruit, good coffee, fruit juice (mango or papaya and pineapple), and if you so chose you could pay and get some eggs or bacon, and such.
San Jose was a lot colder than I remembered it. Very windy as well. There is very little wind in the rainforest.

One view of our hotel room in San Jose.

Waiting on our food at a Lebanese restaurant in San Jose.

Currently we are at Danta Lodge which is on the Osa Peninsula just north of Puerto Jimenez, where we go into to get food and supplies for the sanctuary. It is very nice here. We have a little bungalow to ourselves. There are private trails to walk, activities such as canopy tour or kayaking, or just lounging around. Tomorrow, though, we are going to the sanctuary so my parents can see it and get a tour. We will also have lunch with Earl and Carol.

On a bit of a sadder note. I think I may be pregnant. I puked in the new year. Nothing at all happening to celebrate at the sanctuary so I just went to sleep and set with an alarm set for 11 p.m. I woke up twice before midnight to throw up and once after. But by morning, I felt completely normal and it hasn't happened since. Quite strange.

I was not on this plane. Long story short, my bag was though. (I knew fully it was and this wasn't a problem.) I was reunited with my bag. This seemingly flat wheel survived take-off and landing. Planes don't spend a long time on the ground, but just enough to make me slightly concerned.

I meant to post this picture in the last blog, but I forgot. This is Raja, our Jaguarundi. I don't remember this one's story, but I will have to get it again.

Hasta pronto!