Cue the Jimi Hendrix ...

... Waterfall! One of our nicest afternoons in Costa Rica was spent doing a bit of hiking and wading to see a pair of really beautiful waterfalls. It reminded me of hiking in Montana: there was the slightly rickety swaying bridge over the water, the slightly fraught path back to the second waterfall, the getting totally soaked taking pictures, and the sense of one's own smallness in the natural world. Also by the end my Keen sandals were quite clean, which was a refreshing change of pace. (I know: again with the shoes.) Only a couple of the students had the footwear to slog through the water, but they really loved the experience of being so close to the second waterfall.

Remember the time we killed that chicken?

Ok, ok, so it was really the time that the very capable and sweet-but-shy Nicaraguan farm hand taught us how to kill and pluck and gut a chicken, and it was kind of tough but we tried to eat it anyway? Yeah. That was awesome.
Note: Farm hand (named something like Jader, possibly?) and students did all of the killing and gutting; I did help pluck and cook as none of them were really very experienced with things like onions. Or stirring. It was a division of labor that worked for us. You butcher; I saute. The most amusing moment of the whole thing was when the resident parrot (a not-quite-pet) was eyeing us and making gritching noises and one of my students stared him down and told him coolly, "You're next!"

The farm was simply beautiful - a great view of the mountains, a graceful layout and exhuberant plantings. The couple who farm the land have worked really hard to raise the profile of organic foods, and to keep the foods affordable for average folks. They have this huge collection of seeds and grow an astonishing range of foods. They were generous and funny and kind to us and fed us until we couldn't have held more food. (Plus they were really nice when I was the proximate cause of a cow accident - I was just finished with my turn milking her when someone offered her a banana and she got so excited that she fell over and there were a few mintes of rather desperate cow-wrangling and she was fine but I was about to cry out of empathy and the conviction that I'd hurt her. And yes, I eat beef sometimes. But this was different.)

When we left, we walked about a mile (downhill, over some pretty rough dirt roads) to the bus stop, and then took regular public transportation to church. It's a tough call, selecting shoes that are both hiking-friendly and church-suitable, but it turns out I have particular skill in that area. I did not learn a bit of Spanish before leaving, but I sure as hell had the right shoes.

In which a mama departs the continent, has adventures, and returns to her beloved babies somewhat wiser and more exhausted than before.

So, true confession: I left the kids for two weeks (!) to take students to Central America, where it is warm. In Nebraska: not warm. This might suggest that mama was having a vacation, and indeed, I did clean some sand from the beach out of my ears just yesterday. (Sorry: TMI.) However, mama also spent significant time without running/drinkable water, and the babies were safely at home with their regular plumbing setup. I've put up an overview of photos from both Nicaragua and Costa Rica, and will blog a bit in more detail as time allows over the next few days and weeks.

Some highlights: killed a chicken. Or, more accurately, was involved in the killing of a chicken. I did pluck the little bugger myself, and cook it. Saw a lovely statue of St. Lucia and chatted in my three words of Spanish with the kid selling candles at the church about my tattoo. Met many, many former soldiers and heard some stories that would curl your hair. Speaking of hair, mine looked like hell for the whole two weeks (yes, I have evidence!) and I am glad to once again have easy access to clean clothing and a hairdryer. I now know more about the Nicaraguan healthcare system than I would have thought possible (or hoped.) I can recommend some good rum. I received a special little plaque for milking a cow, and many reassurances that the Bad Thing that happened during the milking was not my fault, but due to the mis-timed offer of a banana to said cow during the milking. (Really short version: sometimes cows fall down, and it's a little scary.) I have now bathed in really cold water dipped with a bowl from a trashcan and been grateful to be clean-ish afterwards. I ate an estimated 35 meals of mostly rice and beans. (Which: yum!)

So if you're interested in photos of other people's travels, stay tuned, as I have a goodly number to share. I'm happy to be home, glad I went, and don't anticipate a repeat any time soon, although ... you never know.