TAKING MY TICO-TIME
“An unhurried sense of time is in itself a sort of wealth.”-Bonnie Friedman
I arrived in Costa Rica with a lot of baggage, both literally and figuratively. The weeks leading up to my trip were scheduled and booked solid. On top of tying loose ends at the Canadian Model Forest
|Our CUSO Volunteer Training group!|
Too often in North America we rush through the day, scheduling every hour, so that we do not ‘lose’ a second. There is a sense of urgency and impatience, that somehow the earth would be thrown off its axis, if we dared to abandon the clock, turn off the computer screen and let life’s beautiful unexpected moments, unfold.
I knew coming to Costa Rica that one of the most challenging adaptations I would need to make is my perception of time. Arriving, with my life in a suitcase, after weeks of chaos and scheduling, I suddenly had hours on end simply, free!
Rather than doing what I usually do, and start penciling in activities on my day-planner, I relished in the idea that for two whole weeks, my only obligation was to attend Spanish class from 8am-11am and open a bank account (which took three hours, plus another visit tomorrow). I could take my Tico time.
I didn’t rush out to see the city; in fact I have yet to go to any museums. Only yesterday I took my first day trip out of San Jose to visit the Irazu Volcano.
|The largest crater, of the 5 at Volcan Irazu|
We engaged in conversation as we waited for the bus that arrived 30 minutes behind schedule. Once on route, the bus made several stops as it winded it’s way up the steep mountainside through acres and acres of farmland, I don’t think I have ever seen so many onions. I also don’t think I have ever seen so many people pile on a bus that was going up a mountain at what seemed like a 45 degree angle. But, no one seemed to mind that the bus was late, crowded or that the route was bumpy. Everyone was enjoying their Sunday morning.
After three hours we arrived at the Volcan Irazu Parque Nacional. It was such a stark contrast between dense, lush and diverse rainforest, and what looked like the moon.
It is the highest volcano in Costa Rica, and on the clearest of days you can see both the Pacific Ocean and the Caribbean Sea from its viewing point. Unfortunately, I was not that lucky, and half way into the visit the clouds rolled in and the rain poured down. But as I waited for the bus in the cold rain, I did get to see Pizotes, which are what baboons are to South Africans and racoons are to Canadians; pests. These little guys were jumping up on tables, stealing sandwiches, getting into the garbage bins and traumatizing small children.
So a question to all of you, how will you take your Tico-time today?