Information about planning and experiencing the sabbatical in Costa Rica.
One of the absolutely wonderful thing about the current volunteer work in the rescue center is that I do not have to think. At all. Or veeeeeery little. I guess that thinking about which rack, bucket, scrub or cloth I need to take for the cleaning job of the day doesn’t count as thinking. In … More The dark side of giving the brain a rest
This is an automatic translation of the post originally written in Spanish. Apologies for the delay. I have been very busy cleaning monkey shit from my clothes…but that is another story. The other day I was taking care of the pelican (who couldn’t, didn’t know, didn’t want to fly)… when suddenly some leaves began to … More The iguana that fell from the sky
Een weekje welverdiende vakantie. Een beetje raar, maar ontspannend. Het leven in het Jaguar Rescue Center ging ondertussen gewoon door, zoals we na de vakantie ontdekten. … More Week 38. Vakantie. Of zoiets
The English Google translate version of the Dutch post
El otro día estaba cuidando al pelícano (que no podía, que no sabía, que no quería volar)…cuando de repente le empezaron a caer encima unas hojitas. Primero unas pocas, luego unas pocas más…una ramita… Una ramita? Ppppperooo si hace un sol espléndido y no corre ni una brizna de viento… Por estos andurriales, no hace … More La iguana que cayó del cielo
We discovered a culinary specialty of Costa Rica. Well, we’re not sure it originates from Costa Rica, but we tasted it first in Costa Rica, in a little soda close to the Jaguar Rescue Center. The specialty is called ‘agua de sapo’ or toad water. The drink is amazingly refreshing, but you need to like ginger. … More Toad water
Het thema van de afglopen week : lichte paniek in de tent. Meer dan twee keer, maar ik ben vooral bezorgd om m’n laptop … More Week 37. Lichte paniek in de tent
The English Google translate version of the Dutch post ‘panic in the tent’ is a Dutch expression for ‘there is panic’
Ooooops! I forgot to publish the english translation of my post about turning fifty. But here it goes with my apoligies! This week I definitely leave the decade of the forties to become ta-ta-taaaaaaa: fifty-years-old. There it is. Fifty years. Fifty. Five and zero. Five decades. Ten lustrums (my father would say). The strange thing … More Whaaaat? Fifty already?
Sinds week 35,7 is er vreemd genoeg niet zo heel veel gebeurd. Afgelopen zondag was een rampdag voor mij. Gisteren en vandaag heb ik aan m’n begeleider uitgelegd dat ik geen vogelkooien meer ga schoonmaken. … More Week 36 Einde van de papegaaien poep
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