Casa Pequena- home.

I decide that Casa Pequena was my next target.  I needed to shake of my day with the devil and hoped to find some warmth in a friendly home with organic farmers.... the problem was that I didnt really know where, who or what Casa Pequena was.  The flyer said there was camping, cabinas and volunteer possibilities, it included a phone number and very general directions.  But no one really seemed to know where it was. But it was the journey I followed, not the destination.  Romantic, not practical.  I am happy for my choice. I was in Drake Bay looking pretty silly with a huge backpack (one day I will post a picture; tent and hula hoop in tow!), I had a short and difficult to understand phone conversation with the owner of Casa Pequena and he instructed me to take a taxi to the river then get onto a river taxi then walk... huh??  But neither of us understood eachother well, I did understand him say "see you tonight"... Ok, off we go again.  With Luck, I met a gringo with a motorbike that knew the land well... he delivered me and my huge pack in style, hes a really nice kid from ohio that got away from it all in costa rica.  He delivered me to the bridge and wished me luck... Luck I seemed to have; a clue or map or dirrections I did not.................  I cross the bridge and feel really excited.  I start my trek up the mountain.  I walk and walk, maybe an hour and a half!  Along the way I pass a few ticos, it is communicated that I am on the right path, but shit how far is it??  Finally a young man, Kenneth, meets me and explains in spanish that he is there to help me with my pack and show me the way.  I explain, I will carry my own belongings for it is my own humble victory.  Finally, Casa Pequena.  What will I find?  Organic gardening??  Home.