Every morning at breakfast we’ve been entertained with the toucans flying in and out of the trees below the dining hall. We’ve seen a couple of varieties, but the most common has been the dramatic black and yellow ones. Fred (of course) made a pun the first day about toucan – not three can or four can? Which I completely missed and he’s been teasing me ever since.
Last breakfast with the toucans (and three cans) before we head up to shake the sand out of our clothes and pack up. I think I could love in Samasati if I had a clothes dryer. Fred wants air-conditioning, but I think I would just like a ceiling fan and crisp, dry clothes to go with the perfection of everything else.
Next stop: San Jose, Costa Rica