Tree of life |
Our tour guide Diego (seriously) first showed us a gigantic
tree that was known to the Aztecs as the tree of life. They would frequently
bury people at its roots to offer it nutrients, and if the person was
especially important they would be buried inside a hole cut into the tree.
This one is popular in offices |
The rest of the tour was mostly just a gigantic photo op,
and Diego pointed out many different types of plants (which are frequently
cultivated and exported for decoration) and
animals (mostly iguanas, birds, and one bored horse) that live in the park.
Costa Rica has 5% of the globe's biodiversity, which sounds small but is really not
Well there aren't alligators in Costa Rica, just crocodiles |
Male iguanas turn orange like the one on the right to attract females |
Me and the elephant ear plant, which has the second largest leaves in the world. The plant with the largest also grows in Costa Rica, but not in INBioparque. |
One of the many birds that Diego told us about was the Costa Rican national bird, the Clay-colored Thrush, which is a very plain brown bird that has beautiful, complicated songs. It's sort of like the Susan Boyle of birds. The songs are so varied that in ancient times, crop planting and harvesting would be marked by the seasonal changes in the bird's songs. The legend behind its appearance goes that this bird used to have exquisite feathers, but couldn't sing. He was so jealous of all the other songbirds that he asked Quetzalcoatl (indigenous deity) to be able to sing. His wish was granted and he became the best singer of all the birds, but the price was his beauty. So to Costa Ricans he represents the value of hard work.
Later we visited the butterfly sanctuary, where chrysalises
are bred, researched, and exported for weddings and biological research outside
Costa Rica. The butterflies that are present in people's backyards are the sort
of things that appear extremely exotic anywhere else, and they're a big part of
the ecosystem here. My boyfriend's host dad here has many bushes of a
particular plant (milkweed, maybe) for the sole purpose of being food to enable
caterpillars to grow into butterflies. Walking among them you can see many
empty chrysalises, a few caterpillars scooting around, and several bushes that
have been consumed down to the stems by previous residents. I'm sure some of
you read the children's book "Hungry Hungry Caterpillar;" they may
not eat pears or watermelons, but they are definitely hungry hungry...
Monarchs here don't migrate like those in North America do. They already have everything they need here, so that instinct does not drive them to leave. |
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