(Rosas in April)
Monday, April 11, 2011
Can Griwn Men Have A Wet Dream
Walk San Cristobal Norte
(Rosas in April)
Collaboration (Rosas in April)
Alvarado Lissette Marie. 
To start this month that I love so much, I accepted the invitation to walk on Sunday April 3, on the old road to San Cristobal Norte
. In theory, 6 hours through the mountains to the Indian High Hill to an average of 2 miles per hour, more or less about 12 km long.
I started the day at 5:00 and at 6:30 there was the preparation (water, fruit, a sandwich, nothing complicated), welcome and farewell my house. Taxi to parking Al Zaytuna
(is Arabic for - Los Olivos -?'ll Ask Don Rolando) and 7:00 address the minivan. The beautiful, sunny morning heralded a happy and pleasant journey. As usual, the transport follows a predetermined route to pick up the other participants in other key points. We went Carthage, passing through El Guarco and left the South Panamerican Highway Higuito . We were leaving behind the congestion of the city to make way for the narrow callecillas decorated with typical detailing the picturesque cottages of the place. You can see small shops and soditas, with his typical witty names reflected in the labels (" problems in their drinking " and "Angela
Heaven" with a distinctive emblem of Christianity in the form of fish to one side .)
As we continue to climb (7:55), nature notes increasing prevalence and the pavement disappears. It's the end of motorized travel (1460 m asl), where we began the walk, and tune in with my partner, I felt relaxed and ready to fully enjoy the ride. We started on road ballast, we passed the farm , a vegetated roof path, very nice, chilly and sunless. There I picked my first rose, fresh, warm, tender and sweet with small droplets of water on their petals. 09:30. I love hiking in the mountains, flora and fauna, rivers and lakes, long time no and walked. In this area, vegetation perfectly pleasing to all tastes, were observed symbiotic plants of all kinds, heliconia, creepers, climbers, old man's beard, bamboo mountain coffee plants, many timber species, three hemp plants forgotten. And find a friendly and talkative peasant (with an accent) and his dog that was keeping to the boundaries of his land. The song of birds mingled and hubbub of the market, but interestingly occurred for brief periods. In fact most of the tour we only had the voices of the group and the beating of our hearts.
10:16 and a ray of sun, Don Rolando Coto (12:16, in front of us, happy summit, Cerro
Our guide was provided by comparing the maps, and never doubted the way forward, although it was the first once-all-we made that journey. Some sported different opinions and trying to influence its decisions, has always been strong and allowed us to meet 100% of the planned route on paper. We walked through places where literally ran into nearby, so we crossed through the middle or below, or we brincábamos the obstacle, from the backpacks with the help of colleagues. Several times we had to go around the obstacle and allow the path to re-retrieve below or above. 
we're almost at the end of what appears to be a future urban development and an appropriately windy site, where Coopesanta
s are installing several wind power plants for electricity generation, more or less to about 2 km north of San Cristobal. There I had opportunity to pick more roses. Moving on was no longer path, but finally gravel road pavement, where the human hand for progress and change is imposed iron and cement the natural landscape.
14 : 00, finally in San Cristobal Norte
, after 6 hours and about 12 miles. There was festivity in the village, with the traditional duty and sales of food, crafts, beer and soft drinks. Gerardo and
, after 6 hours and about 12 miles. There was festivity in the village, with the traditional duty and sales of food, crafts, beer and soft drinks. Gerardo and
The Hyksos were giving a concert dance and when we politely asked us not to scratch the floor (no ceramic or sura) of grass very jengibrillo close fitting and cut in a horizontal track with other parties on inclines to 10%, a challenge for the dancers. Curiously, in the time we were there we just danced and riders of Harley Davidson
started back to San Jose and at 16:00, and I continued with my crop of roses and a refreshing nap. The minivan was diverted by the Curridabat Hipermás sector, to the galley and a traffic light right where we had stopped, at about 17:30, my left was a beautiful sunset, to take the last shot that day. 
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