I greeted an old fisherman in a little turquoise boat passing under the bridge and then found myself all alone in the Reserve. The early morning tropical sun blazed as I ran up the jungle steps and stood with my heart pounding on the edge of Punta Manzanillo - watching the waves crash on the rocks.
As Otto churned towards Costa Rica, I remained in denial. I didn't buy a turkey or make any plans to get together with our Costa Rican family.
How is living in Costa Rica different from being a tourist?
Her father found out and threw her lover into the boiling hot crater of the volcano.
In this tropical paradise teeming with life, it became easier to keep the promise we made to honor our daughter's life: