This is one of a series of posts on our 2012 trip to Costa Rica. If you like, you can start with the first post.

"Perro Bravo"
On the way down from Vulcán Poás, we passed one of many “Cave Canem” signs that we would see on our trip (I never did see a Doberman there, though).
When we stopped for lunch, our tour company arranged for a group of young people to stage a dance of the indigenous peoples from pre-Columbian times. Here you see the shaman wearing a replica of one of the gold disks that I saw in the Museo del Oro yesterday. He’s been inhaling the smoke from the sacred leaf burner that the priestess is holding. Shortly the priestess will remove her frock and be joined a other young female dancers and the whole thing gets a little erotic.

Oxcart
When we got back, I forgot to take one of the bags into work with me. So I just brewed a cup of the coffee that I had. It was a good coffee, twelve dollars a pound, purchased and ground at a local deli. But after two weeks of sipping Costa Rican coffee, it tasted like mud. I am totally spoiled.