Another day of waking up wrapped in mosquito net and morning mist to greet us. Our hike today, like many before, brought me an overwhelming sense of calm and warmth. Through mysterious ways, nature can do that to you.

As we came to a frigid river that would mark the end of the trek, I couldn’t help but recall the words of Anis Mojgani’s Milos, a pretty great piece of spoken word I’d heard only a few days before leaving for Costa.

Be a river with me. Be the storm. The bend in the path. The front porch. The heat in the south. A bootful of banjo strings. A fistful of written songs. A mouthful of chocolate dust.

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