Friday, March 10, 2017
Costa Rica Diaries, Part 5
Zeke our instructor had us write words, phrases or thoughts onto 50-60 index cards to use not as writing prompts but to see, after the writing is complete, if there is a connection to what we wrote during the assignment. I thought we would use them as writing prompts but found that simply being outdoors in Costa Rica enough of a catalyst to get my brain whirring. Here is my first essay.
I sat eating a breakfast of amazing fresh fruit, eggs, some weird but delicious cheese and a black bean/rice combo they call ‘pinto’ with my new friend, Ray. Interestingly, the Costa Rican jungle surrounding us led to a discussion about London and how we both enjoyed our trips there and agreed we could spend months simply exploring.
As we talked, two green parrots, which kind I don’t know, flew by and I was immediately transported back to Texas when I was in seventh grade. My Dad has always liked either exotic pets or, at the very least, mundane pets with exotic names. He had a particular affinity for parrots. One named Seymour, we owned when we first moved to the tiny hamlet of Bogata, Texas. We actually lived about seven miles northeast of town in a community called Fulbright.
My Dad always kept Seymour’s wings clipped so he wouldn’t be able to fly away. He typically did this in the house as it was a fairly easy thing to accomplish. For some reason The Dad decided to clip Seymour’s wings while sitting on the front porch. Maybe he wanted Seymour to fly away. I found out later how dire our financial situation had become so maybe my Dad was trying to rid us of the added expense of a bird of this size, which served no real purpose, even on a non-working farm. Unsurprisingly Seymour took his opportunity to escape and flew away quickly and with little fuss.
We assumed we would never see him again as we were told he may have been bred in captivity and wouldn’t be able to survive in the wild. Surprisingly we did see him once more, maybe two weeks afterwards, flying in tandem with a hawk. I don’t know if they were a couple or trying to start their own bird gang but I was secretly glad Seymour was free from our little house just outside the middle of nowhere. I used to wish I could escape that house, too, but my Dad’s hurtful insults always seemed to keep my wings clipped.
Goodness. Apparently, meeting John Kapelos has reignited the teen angst I felt as a youth in Texas. However, as I find it absurd to be filled with the residue of past torment while wearing hot pink chinos, I'll celebrate my awesome Costa Rica life, awash in pineapple tea and delicious food. Pura Vida as they say.