Naked in the jungle: Part One

In early December I flew to Costa Rica and I had a purpose; I was going to start my new career in blogging for my friend's company. I got it in my head that what I was doing was going to be important anthropological work. When I got there I found out that what I had expected was not the reality of the situation. She informed me that she wasn't able to pay me. My dreams were broken; my purpose was gone and my return flight was over three months away. I was now in the jungle with no path. I have a lot to thank her for.
These first photos are snippets of my life in the Caribbean coastal town of Puerto Viejo. This is where I was when I was confused and depressed. Interesting, as it has been said there is voodoo and strange energy in these parts. Nevertheless, I found comfort in the street art and the beaches. The last photo in this series is a shot of a scenic island from a boat ride on my way to a little farm project called Punta Mona. That boat ride was the first time I smiled in who knows how long. I didn't know it at the time but this little weekend trip was going to forever change my life.
TO BE CONTINUED...