When I arrived in Costa Rica, my dreams were insane and wild. Very detailed, mixing very random bunch of people and moments of my life. It is true that I was sleeping a lot more than usual… which helps! It felt like my brain was going through a major cleaning / sorting process. The tectonic plates of my brain were very active.
We all have a different relationship to work. This relationship evolves all along our life and is shaped by many different things: ethics, habits, social norms, family history… After my stay in Costa Rica, I completely changed my lifestyle and my work style. Today I try to build my career around a lifestyle I have chosen. Whereas before, my lifestyle was dictated by the job I had. In an ideal world, I wish we can all design our own job around a lifestyle that benefits both us and the environment.
« What do you do in life? » It’s a very simple and casual question. But also one that tells about our identity and our role in society. We usually answer with our job. It makes sense. Well… we used to answer that. Was that making any sense?
I started writing this article several months BC (Before Coronavirus), and I’m surprised to acknowledge how quick the mechanisms I was trying to demonstrate here have been revealed by this virus that forces us to drastically slow down and stop all of our permanent restlessness.
I’m more convinced than ever that living in a community is made for me. And also for other people who might not know it yet…
For those who have been to Costa Rica, « pura vida » sounds like music to the ears. It is impossible to not come across this expression when you travel there. Everybody says it all the time, all day long. It basically means « life is beautiful man, it’s all good, pure life, don’t worry be happy. »
We talk a lot about our body, not always well… We rarely listen to what it has to tell us. Yet it knows us very well. It sends us signs that we do not listen to. We have not yet learned how to understand its language.
The bus leaves San José (capital of Costa Rica) and heads to Playa Hermosa. We stop a little while next to a cemetery. I look out of the window and discover a pretty unexpected landscape.
The bus drops me off the road, in front of the Finca Inti sign. I make my way through the steep jungle with my bagpack, tropical plants and flowers surrounding me. I am sweating a lot and very excited to discover what is on top of this hill, here on the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica.
In Campo Cabuyal, biology students spend 6 months of the year protecting turtles on the northern Pacific coast. While the comfort is pretty minimal, I am grateful for the month I spent there: I learned and experienced a lot with less.