A bird from the La Paz Waterfall Garden. I believe this one is the national bird of Costa Rica. Of course, I can't find our bird guide at the moment, so I'll give it's real name when I do.
And here's Lila very proudly and carefully holding a butterfly. This is the same one that didn't want to leave her hand. The dress was an early birthday present from Granny and Grandpa. She wants to wear it every day.
The first of the four waterfalls of La Paz. They're really quite awe-inspiring, and the paths and stairs leading through the gardens take you so close. But it is very different than most of the places we've visited of late, being that there are bricked and paved paths and lots of rails, gates and signs making sure you can only go in one direction. Noah mentioned that it felt like the whole area wasn't real, like we were looking at it all through glass in a zoo.
Below is the bridge between Sixaola, Costa Rica and Panama. We've crossed it three times, and each time I forget how shaky it looks. The other times, Lila was tired, didn't want to walk. This time, she wanted to run and explore everything. She wanted to peer over the edge and skip backwards.
The dock in Changuinola. Well, actually, not in Changuinola, a ten minute taxi ride away, and apparently the bus doesn't go here. There's a playground right behind where Lila tried out the one in tact swing and a see saw. What struck me is most of the other kids there didn't play on the playground toys. Instead, they collected flowers and plants from the water, played in a wooden boat sitting by the edge, helped travelers with their bags and asked for money. Most times, they got food, an apple or candy in its place.
The boat doesn't come here as often as Almirante, so we waited an hour for the next. It was worth it. Lila slept on my lap the entire way back.