Location: Costa Rica
At the Finca, we shoveled dirt. It was hard work. The dirt was like chocolate pudding, and the clouds were like vanilla pudding. We helped clean up the pool so the kids could stay cool. We built a fire pit so around it Los Ninos could sit. On the way to the Shaman, thunder would crash. In the puddles, our feet went splash. In a ceremony, we were purified of all things bad. After, we sipped sugar cane. The layered fog and mountains resembled a Panini, and the grass flowed like linguini. We were hungry.