A sound, both strange and strangely familiar, drifts in from the street through the open window when I wake up this morning. It takes me a moment to realize that it is the hissing of tires on wet asphalt – yes, it is raining in the farming town of Cañas. It seems almost appropriate: this is our last day in Central America. Tomorrow morning we'll be on our way home.
Now, two hours later, the sky is slowly starting to clear. It would have been unfortunate if it had rained all day, because today we will take a tour of “Ingenio Taboga”, the biggest sugar producer in Costa Rica. This is the only commercial agriculture-related experience of this trip.
We drove here from Montezuma yesterday, a trip not without its challenges – but that will have to wait for another time: in half an hour we will be picked up by someone from “Ingenio Taboga”.
Our last night we will spend not in San Jose, the capital, but in Alajuela, “the other city” in Costa Rica, closer yet to the airport. Our flight for Houston, Texas will leave at eight tomorrow morning, and with a stop in the US we better be at the airport in plenty of time. With any luck we'll be home late tomorrow evening.
Already I feel the slight shift: I am no longer fully here, but part of me is on the way home. I am glad that this process is starting only now, so close to the end of my journey.
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