the bohemian is still visiting the
bohemia of the
southlands (
costa rica). every day in the secret garden where clean clothes are hung up to dry in the fresh air, the bohemian spies butterflies visiting one of their favorite flowers...
and every day as the bohemian visits the kitchen of the castle, where all the lovely aromas of frying garlic and onion waft through the doorway, these lovely hibiscus blossoms greet her.
and once, she even spied a leaf fairy who gave her a shy but mischievous smile.
she visited a lovely waterfall garden, with blooming blossoms galore and a variety of native animals (the hummingbirds were her favorite, although the jaguars have a rare and dangerous beauty of their own).
the garden bathrooms were a treat to behold! a garden spot in its own right, with lush tropical beauty...
cool water pouring from the stone spout into an intensely blue
bowl...
and a tiny green frog to show her the faucet handle...
here she is...studying her
spanish in the sunshine! it is the rainy season, so one must take advantage of the sun's warmth when it shines. by afternoon the rain will have set in....
the bohemian and her daughter came across this monster on one of their walks... they were thankful someone had slain it and it could no longer sting them. it was about the size of the
bohemian's palm of her hand.
flaming candles of brilliant red decorate the neighboring gardens.
and the bohemian is in love with the patterns of the wrought iron everywhere...
here is a sample of the butterflies' favorite blossoms... they come in a great variety of colors.
the scenic valley wherein lies the
bohemia of the
southlands...
bushes full of these laughing yellow sunbursts abound.
and she DID get to see a toucan finally! but only inside of a wonderful tropical aviary.... candy-colored toucan wishes to you all... hope you take time to play today!
come away with the bohemian to this teal blue ocean...
where all the flowers wear their glory in the warm sun.
come up these wooden steps...
to this sunny yellow room...
with giant bed.
come sit under this canopy beneath the stars with your feet in the sand; where the waiters bring you flower-scented water to rinse your hands before you dine on delicious fresh red snapper and sip fruit nectar in a glass... and are serenaded by the mariachi band.
come walk along this stretch of soft, gritty sand and gently lapping waves...
past the elaborate sign leading to...
a beach made entirely of sea shells, and bits of shell.
bob along with the bohemian in an aqua green/blue bath-water salt soak.
rest your happy tootsies in the warm pacific sands.
return home to your sunny yellow room to find freshly laundered towels in flower shapes and sprinkled with tropical blossoms.
later, eat lunch back at the beach, serenaded by thee mariachi band.
glory in the exquisite sunset along with the dancing fire flies.
life is so very rich!! go get some for yourself! sandy wishes and flower-scented love to you...
