|Climbing to Monteverde with Dr. Penner and Ginny|
I'm home in Arkansas again, living with my mom and working at the library before I start my senior year of college and there is nothing more bizarre. I lived independently in Washington, D.C. all of last summer, but when I came home it wasn't too hard. I just slipped right back into my old pattern of work before school. And I've been able to do the same now, driving is as easy as chewing gum and all my friends are perfectly welcoming. Still, I've lost some freedom. In Costa Rica I could hike all day if I wanted to. I could always find some capuchins, blue morphos, agoutis, or hear a variety of birds. Arkansas is a constant 100 F though. Hiking or any outdoor activities that aren't swimming are out of the question during the day. I've found some freedom in trips to the lake and dusk jogs, something I've never been physically capable of. I can forget time there. I'll sit on the patio each morning and drink coffee, just as I had done at UGA, but I'm learning new bird calls here. I know a few: pilleated woodpecker, red-tailed hawk, and the ruby-throated hummingbird. There are plenty more to learn though and Costa Rica has taught me to listen.
|Hello, Hot Springs|