Pura Vida. The words roll off the tongues of locals and expats and embroider souvenirs across Costa Rica. The “pure life” is not only a greeting, but a mantra to the people who congregate in the country’s beaches and jungles.
As I pulled up the driveway of Gardenripe Farm, I saw a middle-aged man with a blue cap appear on the porch of a modest white house. He walked up to my driver side window to greet me, “you must be lost,” he said smiling.
When the heat of the sun’s rays begged my eyelids to open that first morning on the southern plains of Uganda, I awoke startled at the emotions they evoked.
So, a lot has happened since my last post but I will try to sum it all up. Saturday I went white water rafting on the Nile River on grade five rapids which was amazing! We flipped four times and the first time I was sure I was going to die when I was stuck under …
I know it probably seems like I’m just messing around and being a tourist in Uganda, but I really am volunteering in between all of the fun!