Sometimes you just need to peer over the edge of a volcano and realize it's not going to erupt in your face. We literally and figuratively did that this last month!
Fear can be such a paralyzing emotion. When our personal world started imploding over a decade ago, my once-optimistic personality started shifting. While I didn't want to become a negative Nancy, life had dealt us several hard blows in succession and things just got tough. Survival became our number one goal. Life felt out of control, so I started finding things that I could control.
Dreams of familial international travel were sidelined due to financial and health obstacles. When those dreams started resurfacing a few years ago, fear was the first emotion I felt. There were too many things that could go wrong with this dream.
Thankfully, I have a life partner who balanced out some of that negativity.
(Sara, thank you... just for everything.)
We did a three-week test run of sorts to Florida a couple years ago. Could we be gone from home that long? Could we work and school remotely effectively? Would Lainey be ok with a different routine for that long? We learned some things on that trip, but mostly got affirmative answers to our questions. Literally on our drive home from Florida (it's a longggg drive from Michigan), we started planning and dreaming about this month-long adventure to Costa Rica.
Numerous fears crept in over the planning process, but because we had started the planning process so far in advance, we were able to overcome those fears one at a time.
But then a couple days before we were leaving, the fear of failing miserably on this little experiment made itself known. On our endless list of things that were slowly getting crossed off our preparation checklist, somehow "learn to drive a stick-shift" never got completed. Costa Rica is known for its crazy roads. It can be so bad in some places, that it's generally recommended to just not drive at night. The van that we had rented for the month on these crazy roads was a stick-shift, and I had never driven one before.
Small detail, I thought.
With less than 24 hours before we were taking our family to a different country, all-out panic set in as I realized my huge oversight. I couldn't find anyone with a stick-shift (well anyone that would let me practice on their car that is). I spent an hour on YouTube watching instructional videos on how to drive a stick-shift, but then a friend came to the rescue and let me borrow her car for 30 minutes to learn.
The day before we left.
After a hugely successful travel day to Costa Rica, I put my very recently acquired new skillset to work as we navigated through some unique city traffic and then up the craziest curviest roads to peer into Poas Volcano. (Success.) As we approached the rim of the volcano, we were literally above the clouds (the brightest, fluffiest clouds ever). And I just distinctly remember the symbolic feeling of peering into the volcanic crater. It was beautiful and powerful and mesmerizing and way less terrifying than maybe it should have been.
We were going to be alright.
We were going to more than alright.
And then one day led to the next, and Sara and I just kept giving each other fist bumps and high fives. Sometimes those were paired with yells or whispers of "we're doing it!" and sometimes they were wordless, but we knew what each other was saying.
Thankfulness.
Pride.
Empowerment.
Hope.
Joy.
Our van (that we affectionately named SeƱor Coco) took us from Alajuela to La Fortuna to Bejuco. He then carried us on side trips to Quepos, Manuel Antonio, Dominical, Jaco, Esterillos, and some very remote places in the middle of the rainforest.
We saw volcanoes (Arenal and Poas), walked along Costa Rica's famous hanging bridges (Mistico and Rainmaker), toured coffee, chocolate, and spice farms (Hacienda Alsacia, La Iguana, and Villa Vanilla), swam in volcanic hot springs (Baldi), saw the most beautiful waterfalls (La Paz and Nauyaca), saw crazy wildlife (sloths, toucans, macaws, crocodiles, iguanas, manta rays, and monkeys), bungee jumped off of a hanging bridge, ziplined, and went to a beach every day (Bejuco, Esterillos, and Manuel Antonio).
We figured out a way to school and work remotely, and also still have tons of McDonough and Spitters visitors join in on the fun.
There were hiccups of course along the way, but none that derailed the adventure. While this adventure is technically finished and complete, we are energized and know that the adventure is only just beginning.
"Re-entry" has been tougher than I thought it would be for myself. The whole adventure was JUST SO GOOD, and I wasn't quite ready for it to be over.
It was just seriously awesome.
Thanks for joining the adventure with us. May we all peer over the edge of our volcanoes and see them for all their scariness and beauty. Here's to climbing your metaphorical volcano! When it's not erupting, look over the edge!
(Literal volcanoes are sweet too. Go see one if you can!)