Saturday, November 17, 2012

Day 140 - Paint the Town (School) Red

Date: 11/17/12
Location: Costa de Oro, Costa Rica

Word of the day: Pintura - Painting
Turtle Fact: Sea Turtles enjoy cool brackish waters.

Wake up at 7:30am. Breakfast (pancakes).

This morning we are picked up at 8:30am and taken to the nearest town, San Francisco de Coyote, to help paint the children's school. This was the same school, a month or so ago, that we went to and scrapped all the excess and old chipping old paint off the school's concrete fence/wall. Once we arrive, we are informed that the school was finally able to obtain a large quantity of paint (not sure if it was donated or bought) in order to cover the inside perimeter of the wall.

Having few supplies to paint with, Kayla runs across the street to the hardware store to pick up a few more items, including a brush for a roller. As this wall was large and flat, the roller would be essential in the production of getting this wall covered with paint. Upon opening the 5 gallon container of paint, we see that the walls will turn from a light speckled blue to a deep, dark red. Taking a look at my clothing, I knew I was not going to walk out of this unscathed from paint. Pura Vida.

We start from the center entrance and flank out to either end of the wall. Not exactly sure how far this paint was going to last us, we worked in a tight area just in case we ran out of paint midway down a wall. Well, three hours flies by and we are nearly out of paint. We were able to cover the entire inside of the wall with one coat of paint. Luckily we put it on pretty thick, knowing that this was going to be the only coat this wall was going to see for a long time, due to limited funding and resources. By this time, the mid-day sun was in full force and all of us (Kayla, Ioana, Michelina and I) were hot, sweaty, splattered with red paint and have worked up an appetite.

Just as we were finishing putting away the paint supplies and attempting to remove this oil based paint from our hands, arms, feet and legs, Courtney shows up. We all walk north to Ranch Loma Clara, a restaurant in town that I have not been to as of yet. Lunch (steak).

After enjoying our celebratory lunch from our community labor, we stop in the local grocery store (super mercardo) Super Rey and pick up a few items, before heading back to the Pretoma office where we would get a ride back to the House. Ride. Home.

Siesta. Arts & Crafts. Clean up back yard.

During the late afternoon a local stops by the house and explains there is baby turtles hatching on the beach! We run down the beach to the north, only 200 meters north and find a family sitting around a bucket full of baby turtles. They explain there dogs found the nest as the babies were emerging to make their escape to the ocean. Treating this situation as if it was one from our hatchery, Courtney exhumes the nest, and gathers the information surrounding this hatching. 26 babies turtles make it to the ocean safe and sound. It's great to see that even in "nature" these turtles could have made it, granted there wasn't dogs to intercept them on as they race for the water. However, seeing as these dogs are part of the environment, it doesn't look they would have... luckily their owners were around to stop the dogs from eating them (or at least most them anyway).

Run. Shower. Sunset. Cook.

Sunset Deep Thought: How distorted do you think primal artwork actually was. If you think about the number of people who wear corrected lenses, it's crazy. Now apply this same percentage to the people in our history. Granted now we have computer screens and TV that make us "go blind", but I am still sure that there was some bad eye genes floating around back then, or we would not have them today. PART 1) Having bad eye sight, I am sure they had an altered view and what they saw and thus recorded their experiences through this fuzzy lens.  PART2) Someone must have been taking care of these people with poor eye sight. I can't imagine that having a blurry eye sight was adventagous when foraging for food in the forest, or stalking a prey. Otherwise this bad gene would have not been passed down through generation and thus leaving me to wear contacts. Thanks.

Dinner (leftovers: Coconut Curry sauce and Rice). Patrol.

I walk South with Michelina. During our walk I learn all about her home town, San Diego (area). No Turtles. No Tracks.

Update HT.com. Hatchery. Sleep.

Lesson: Even the blind leading the blind will get you somewhere. Better than not moving at all. Or is it?

Food: Steak and Shrimp. Courtney had suggested my lunch plate far before I had ordered. Having ate this same meal a couple days prior with good reviews, she knew my love of meat (and lack of it lately).
 
Animals: Dogs, Birds, Spiders, Flies, Ants, Crabs, Mosquitoes

Something I am thankful for: Subtle reminders why we are doing, what we are doing.
Something I don't want to admit: I wear contacts. Yes I have a weakness. However sometimes not taking them out for months a time (ritual since 5th grade), and changing them on holidays (when I remember) I sometimes have a glasses day. This is usually when I get something in my eye, that irritates it for a prolonged period of time. Not being able to flush it out, I take out the contacts and give my eyes a day or so to breath. That would be today.


Total Nest I have saved: 47
Total Nests Poached on my Patrol:45
Total Turtle Eggs I saved: 5102
Total Baby Turtles I Released:1,002
Days of Rain: 87/136





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