Here are pix of birds, cats, and dogs in Costa Rica:
Costa Rica has beautiful birds, many small dogs, and a few cats. These are just some of them.
The small dogs wander the city streets, and lived at El Centro Rural Metodista, where we stayed. They are friendly and like to be petted and given attention.
I hope you have enjoyed these birds, cats, and dogs of Costa Rica.
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The small dogs wander the city streets, and lived at El Centro Rural Metodista, where we stayed. They are friendly and like to be petted and given attention.
I hope you have enjoyed these birds, cats, and dogs of Costa Rica.
If any of the pictures do not display, just click on each one and it will show up.
Neat, huh?
Here are two pastors, deep in prayer, at the VBS being presented at the El Mirador Methodist Church in Costa Rica. Or, are they just snoozing? You decide!
Pictured are Revs. Mark Waddell, left, and Darryl Zoller, right. That's a Cal Ripken t-shirt he's wearing, Go O's!!!
Photo courtesy of Miss Higby, the sneaky photographer.
:-)
Photo courtesy of Miss Higby, the sneaky photographer.
:-)
On our third day in Costa Rica, I took pictures of flowers all around us. All but the last flowers were photographed at El Centro Rural Metodista (CRM). The last is the altar flowers at the local church we attended.
There is beauty to be seen everywhere in what God has created.
On our second day in Costa Rica, I joined another volunteer for a morning walk in the wilds below our dorm. We saw a scenic waterfall:
I came upon this plant which had leaves that looked liked elephant ears:
On the forest floor, I found these two brown seeds, which had appendages which looked like feathery tails:
There's nothing more refreshing than seeing a creek running by in the forest:
At a worship area, halfway up the hill to the center, I discovered this cross, which stands at the center of what we do as Christians, giving ourselves to the world in the name of Him who gave Himself for all of us:
Back at the dining hall, we were led in joyful singing by Cris and Bernie, our team members from Indiana:
That evening we went into the city of Quesada for dinner.
We visited the shops, too, then we gathered at Pops for ice cream!
Come back tomorrow for more pictures in Part 4 of my Costa Rica Adventure!
After these young ladies had waited on our team, I asked them to pose for this picture:
We visited the shops, too, then we gathered at Pops for ice cream!
Come back tomorrow for more pictures in Part 4 of my Costa Rica Adventure!
After these young ladies had waited on our team, I asked them to pose for this picture:
On Friday, February 13, 2009, I embarked on a Volunteers in Mission trip to Costa Rica. Upon arrival at Juan Santamaria International Airport in San Jose', the capital, we boarded a coach bus. Next, our leader, Phil, spoke to us.
We headed to El Centro Rural Metodista (CRM) where we would stay. Along the way we stopped in the city of Quesada. Facing the city square is this impressive Roman Catholic Church and topiary garden:
Near the church is a city playground where we saw children playing on swings, a see-saw, and flying kites. Here's a girl who had quite a time getting hers into the air:
We arrived at CRM and unloaded our bags and put them in our rooms, which were on the upper level of the dorm building, which some called "The Hilton." The grounds of CRM are beautiful, with trees, shrubs, grass, walkways, and gardens with many kinds of flowers, vegetables, and tree fruits. Here's a lovely pair of roses I found near the dining hall:
It was time for dinner so we gathered in the dining hall:
You see us wearing "kiwi lime" colored t-shirts. This made our group stand out easily as we traveled and helped us stay in view of each other.
Our cook was a woman named Juanita. Here she is with some of her family. That's her little boy in the front, Batos:
Our mission team was from Maryland mostly, but also some from California, Indiana, and South Carolina. We worshiped together as one, because, as the old hymn puts it, "In Christ there is no East or West, in Him no South or North."
A young man named Josh played the guitar and led us in our songs in the dining hall.
Our cook was a woman named Juanita. Here she is with some of her family. That's her little boy in the front, Batos:
Our mission team was from Maryland mostly, but also some from California, Indiana, and South Carolina. We worshiped together as one, because, as the old hymn puts it, "In Christ there is no East or West, in Him no South or North."
A young man named Josh played the guitar and led us in our songs in the dining hall.
Come back tomorrow for Part 3 of our Costa Rica Volunteers in Mission adventure!
I went to Costa Rica on a Volunteers in Mission adventure. Here's the title page of the songbook we used while we were there, giving relevant details:
How many of us were there? Well, there were 37 of us, ranging in age from 8 to 90! Here's the list from the back of the booklet. Naturally, being alphabetically challenged for life, I'm listed last, but not least:
It's too far to drive to Costa Rica, so we flew there. At the Dulles International Airport, I met this smiling fellow standing at the entrance of the plane. I figured he must be the pilot:
His smile encouraged my heart that this Friday the Thirteenth special flight would not be unlucky. Still, as insurance, I had him take my picture, too, just for the record:
As we lifted off, I looked out my window and saw the sun brightening the skies:
Copa Airlines treated us real well. The pilot did his job alright. We landed at the Juan Santamaria International Airport in San Jose', Costa Rica:
You know what? Costa Rica is a hour behind us on the East Coast. Yeah, they're on Chicago time! Plus, it's really a lot warmer there, I found. Snow? None to be seen. Blue skies? Plenty of them!
Check back tomorrow for more pictures from my Costa Rica Adventure--Part 2.
(You knew there was more, right? Heh heh.)
Check back tomorrow for more pictures from my Costa Rica Adventure--Part 2.
(You knew there was more, right? Heh heh.)
