As every street in every neighborhood look-city of this metropolis anonymous, we recognized the street from the house by the red tree, that made lantern halfway up and just gave us shade in the interminable pauses where we went to the door to the car we distinguish tinkling dominos pizza or were removed some the urge to smoke.

Down there, in the dense forests, rivers make watermarks on the rock. Down there, between tropical trees, Jade's roads, pools as glass, burgundy waters, snakes emeralds. Down there I heard a song of exotic birds and the sound of waterfalls.

Something out of the way and almost desperate helplessness I found the drawing view of Darwin. There the slaves earned about offering real bear who could afford, sloths

When we enter the Tortuguero river instantly felt thousands of eyes watching. It was the look of the jungle, silent, hidden, wild. Costa Rica is sold at the world with an eloquent slogan: "Pura Vida" and the waters of this river, these words come every sense.