I know I shouldn't get too close to the edge up here. But that's where the view is. You don't really get to see down the canyon unless you go over to the edge. Press Play. Have a slowly exciting Sunday.
Then the egg. Boil the stock. Then slowly, very slowly, drizzle in the egg. Gaze into the pot. This has to be the most entertaining bowl of soup around. Press Play for a little Sunday Psychedelia. A Chinese New Year flashback.
I'm not talking about that Mary J. Blige half time show a few years ago. I'm talking about Poas. The old volcano everyone knows by its first name. At the center of Costa Rica. So big you could put five stadiums in its crater. A real force of nature.
Don't bother looking for a trailhead marker for that waterfall they say's a mile or so down the beach. Press Play for a one-minute vacation from too much signage and not enough beauty.
No cell phone service out here. No internet. No email or Facebook. Imagine. The big disconnect. You're off the hook. Couldn't send a cell phone picture of this. Not right then. So just be here. Or there. Now. Press Play.
This place is truly awesome. Not like, hey dude, your new surfboard is really awesome. No, I mean awesome in the original and profound sense of being in a state of awe.
C'mon, you know the tune. Sing along. Out loud. Or to yourself. Of course, it's meant for out loud group singing. With friends who won't be forgotten. Especially if you stay in touch with them. Which isn't as Yogi Berra-like as it sounds.
I'm gettin' pretty good at gettin' slow. Yeah, I've been practicing. Gotta pick the perfect spot. The perfect time. A nice patch of grass where you can just lie down and look ... up. Warm sun. Cool breeze to rustle the leaves. Now this is slow.