An Adobe Spark video I made about our family's year (so far) in Costa Rica.
A fact of my life for ten years now: my daughter Althea died of cancer when she was two years old.
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.