My first day in Costa Rica, ever, at the age of 44.

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My first day in Costa Rica, ever, at the age of 44.

Long flight. Short shuttle with Jeff and Anne. Jeff’s a travel photographer filmmaker bro, Anne works for Google, sweet.

Long talk with dear friend Durga, who I last saw 20 years ago. Veggie wraps, angry phone call to my room (we stole one, inadvertently, apparently, but Durga needs to eat?). I shrug and apologize.

Charger won’t charge my phone, old phone.

Bed by 230 am. Sleep hard, wake at 630 am ready to go. Meditate, pushups, shower, comb, dress, the usual.

Breakfast. Spiky fruit with eyeball inside with seed inside that, dark seeds in white gelatinous slushy bowl fruit, hard fruit with something salty in it…as well as papaya, good coffee gone bad, mango. Nothing like 3 new never-before-seen foods before 9 am to make a day get off on the right note.

Andrea, a fan and new friend from instagram land, joins. Ellie, former Apprentice of Elephant Academy, is now running a top 10 sustainable eco travel site with her charming funny boyfriend. She’s on the trip.

Reunion with Toby, who used to work with Elephant. I’ve known her a little since she was still at Middlebury, in school. A great writer and entrepreneur, now leading this and other trips, teaching yoga, living the expat life. Proud of her.

She and Ellie both great examples of Academy’s mission and success in what we offer, I hope.

I work furiously during/after breakfast, reediting and updating major change to how writers at Elephant get paid—bringing in line with new and still-emerging Ecosystem, which I’ve been working on for 9 years, and which thanks to Dave, William, and Brian is actually happening now. It’s half up, its various parts just starting to connect up together. The Ecosystem is my answer to Facebook’s existential threat to journalism—let’s game-ify the act or reading and writing, paying writers to do quality (not just popular) work—and in so doing turn Elephant from a major web site into a minor platform, independent of Facebook’s whims that have sent us from 23 million unique readers a month to 4 million over the past four years—that after 7 years of hard work to grow from nothing (we used to be print, that transition put my dear home into foreclosure).

I call best friend and Elephant colleague Dave, FaceTime by the Inn’s pool just outside of the breakfast bar, he’s happy for me—he more than anyone on this earth has helped me get traveling and get good at traveling, finally. For so many years I worked, poor, worked, stayed put or traveled to conferences around the US.

We drive all day, off and on. On the way: lunch at a good place with an ornate oxen yoke on the wall (just left Halifax, where they had three simple ox yokes on the wall). Lion! Bright!

On the way, jokes and bonding, a stop to see fields of horses and cows and, later, a family or group of howler monkeys, the first monkeys I’ve ever seen in the wild. Tons of photos of the volcano that our posh bus draws every closer to. Another stop at a tourism center for a toast or two and a rather pointless greeting. Still, nice, friendly, I’m eager to run around and explore. Sitting by dear Durga, after our long talk last night, our long type talk on Facebook a few months ago—so dear to reconnect with such a powerful, sane, accomplished, beautiful Dharma sister.

I sit in a romantic mosquito net having just read Dharma by DKR in the hammock while it rains onto the flowery mountainous jungle dotted with bungalows, like the one I’m in, with living roofs atop them. It’s a simple village in harmony with nature, here, like out of Babar. Tomorrow we’ll tour where we are—Rancho Margot—a sustainable restaurant and ranch and retreat and farm that’s received media attention around the world.

A firefly, outside my screen door. The whistle and chirp and hum of millions of insects and birds and the pitter fall of rain on giant leaves.

Dinner—99% local-made, including the dairy and meat for those who eat dairy and meat (I’m vegano, but view factory farming as the first great enemy of environmental and responsible living). We all introduce ourselves, hearing stories of entrepreneurship and diverse paths, all coming together for these few days. I eat two plates-full of beans and rice and fruit and hot sauce and veggies. Others eat “farm-to-table pizza,” as one participant jokingly calls it. But it’s true. A brief moment with Durga in the bar—a moment I couldn’t place in the 1950s, 1970s, 1990s, or now if not for the glowing screens in front of a few patrons. We walk a long dark path in silence to a candlelit welcome ceremony led by Toby, beneath a living roof beneath the falling rain beside a roaring river beneath the mountainous jungles beneath the enfolding mists. We share aspirations and where we’re at. May it be of benefit!

I go home, fall asleep by 9 pm beneath a mosquito net.

Wake at 6, fiddle with my phone, which is no longer charging, meditate, shower, push-ups, greet the misty jungle. This is the kind of thing I’d really only seen in youtube videos or brochures until a few years back. Travel. Such a privilege, to be done mindfully, eco-responsibly, an opportunity to connect and support local cultures and communities. An honor and pleasure to be here.

A yoga class with Toby, only my fifth class in 2 years since my surfing injury nearly paralyzed my right arm. PVC yoga mats.

Breakfast—not much vegano, but coffee counts. And a little local banana. A hearty debate about respecting other cultures and language and Trump and love and talking to those we might disagree with. Fun with my fellow press, although one I feel doesn’t like me. That’s how we humans are. I get juice for a friend, I get voted down (no one else wants to learn soap-making), we vote for a guided hike instead. I want to do both, as usual, it’s my approach to life.

Sending this via wifi that doesn’t work, much, from a jungle on a permaculture farm in Costa Rica.

A week in Costa Rica.

 

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With thanks to colleagues and hosts for this press trip:

@costaricatraveler @JeffColhoun  @sweetannemarie @soultravelblog @visit_costarica #CRfanphotos

 @desafiocr  #desafiocr

 @tobyintheworld #tobyintheworld @nu_mundo

 @blubutterfly88    #bluebutterflycostarica

 @ranchomargot #ranchomargot

 @nammbu_cr    #nammbú #nammbubeachfrontbungalows

@AsociacionCREAR   #asociacioncrear #costarica #transformativetravel #elephantjournal #waylonlewis @walkthetalkshow @ecofolks

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Waylon Lewis

Waylon Lewis, founder of Elephant Journal & host of Walk the Talk Show with Waylon Lewis, is a 1st generation American Buddhist “Dharma Brat.” Voted #1 in U.S. on twitter for #green two years running, Changemaker & Eco Ambassador by Treehugger, Green Hero by Discovery’s Planet Green, Best (!) Shameless Self-Promoter at Westword’s Web Awards, Prominent Buddhist by Shambhala Sun, & 100 Most Influential People in Health & Fitness 2011 by “Greatist”, Waylon is a mediocre climber, lazy yogi, 365-day bicycle commuter & best friend to Redford (his rescue hound). His aim: to bring the good news re: “the mindful life” beyond the choir & to all those who didn’t know they gave a care. elephantjournal.com | His first book, Things I would like to do with You, touches on modern relationships from a Buddhist point of view. His dream of 9 years, the Elephant “Ecosystem” will find a way to pay 1,000s of writers a month, helping reverse the tide of low-quality, unpaid writing & reading for free online.

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Christine Day Nov 24, 2018 7:02am

I feel so very blessed to wake up every morning to the sounds of howler monkeys, toucans, and a rooster or two. Costa Rica is a magical place and I’m so glad you had a chance to visit my beloved adoptive country. Pura Vida!

Toby Israel Oct 12, 2018 4:13pm

Dave I can find you a dozen surf villages! <3 Come on down! :D

Sandie Sajner Oct 10, 2018 5:32pm

Sounds absolutely beautiful. Thank you for such a wonderful description. To not have a charged cell phone must be difficult at first, wanting to check on it regularly only to realize you have no choice but to accept pure nature at it's finest.

Eva Es Oct 10, 2018 12:10pm

Ohh Costa Rica...land of the Pura Vida people..Enjoy! 💚

David Rogers Oct 9, 2018 5:19pm

Stay wild. Nothing worthwhile back here ;) find me a surf village to move to.

Linda Lewis Oct 9, 2018 4:57pm

Do you hear roosters in the morning? In most places in Latin America one wakes to a rooster, but perhaps you've got howler monkeys instead! Sounds like a delightful, out of the box, adventure Senior Vegano!