It seems incongruous to say Happy New Year when 2015 has been a year of such newness. New home. New husband. Husband's new job. New godson. Loving supports added to my life's foundations and new beams inviting me to build up and out.
And yet here I am in Southern Costa Rica, sweating through my shirt and watching the clumsy mating dance of scarlet macaws just off my balcony. Today I swam with turtles and jellyfish; yesterday I watched squirrel monkeys screw and a coati eat a sand crab in Corcovado National Park. Other vacation highlights so far include learning how to make Swiss cheese from a Tico farmer named Wilber and his five cows, spotting a Scintillant Hummingbird and a Speckled Tanager in some old growth cloud forest (while providing a hearty meal to a flock of mosquitos), making it through two and a half books, tasting yet another weird Palm Fruit - the Pejibaye, which tastes confusingly like stewed black beans, and sleeping ten hours a night.
We are about to ring in 2016 with a hand picked crew of Germans and Brits, Spaniards and Columbians and Italians, at La Finca Marésia in Bahía Drake. We booked our honeymoon very last minute, empty of planning juice after the kitchen remodel and wedding, and somehow we lucked into a New Year's Eve spot at this top rated hostel. It turns out that Juan, the owner, for whom the word jovial could have been invented, chooses his New Year's guest list to get a good mix of good people from all different countries. He told us that he had been turning people away for months, claiming to be fully booked, waiting for the right people to fill his final cabin. No idea what in Kevin's email two weeks ago prompted him to say he had availability, but it it's pretty fucking cool. Swapping stories of travel and life with a bunch of interesting strangers over Imperials seems an auspicious way to kick off the year.
While I am starting off 2016 in a far off jungle, what I'm really looking forward to this year is burrowing my roots and stretching my branches closer to home. Getting back into the things that have fallen by the wayside in the last couple three years of activity and stress, both good and bad. Continuing my uncharacteristic gym routine. Rediscovering my professional direction. Sprinkling spontaneous hangouts, happy hours, and dinner parties into under-planned evenings and weekends. Spending time with my intimate friends and having enough emotional space and hours in the week to cultivate some new ones too.
So bring it on, you sexy New Year, you! We are gonna have some good old fashioned fun together.