Today, I woke up to the krawk, krawk, krawk of a Keel-billed Toucan. I’m going to miss that. Again, the young cows wandered into our yard to eat the grass this morning, and we just let them. Minutes ago, an irridescent green hummingbird landed on a branch out my window not 5 feet from my face, and I didn’t even take the time to stare, they are so common.
With only a handful of days left in Monteverde I have begun celebrating our lasts. We had our last Quaker meeting yesterday. I was the greeter. I welcomed everyone, explained that everyone must find their own translation help if needed, and stepped through announcements. Oh – there’s the hummingbird again – let’s see … green, brown, blue tail, small…perhaps the steely-vented hummingbird, even though it would be uncommon at the altitude, everything is moving up the mountain.
We’ve had a number of last dinners with Sue and Richard and Ed and Jenny and Alia, with Fern and Luis, and last night Lori and Kori threw a great party, and the whole community showed up. Music and food and good conversation late into the night. Tonight I’ll have my last or second to last futbol game.
We are packing. The art is off the wall. Things are moving apart on their own now.