Green spaces for a new generation

One of the changes I’ve noticed anecdotally over my years in Costa Rica is that the gap between city and country seems to have grown at a dizzying pace. While my husband was raised minutes from where we now live, this fully developed area was pure cafetal during his youth; he spent many childhood days playing outside among the coffee plants, trees and rivers. He has been working since the age of 14 and therefore never took long trips, it was easier and cheaper back then for families to get out of the city limits (which were also much smaller) for a few hours or a night. As a result, when we head to the country, we had not to some foreign place but to the Costa Rica of his youth. He may not know how to deliver a calf, but he is, let’s say, conversant with country living.

I worry about the San José kids of today. Their lives are so different – both from my husband’s childhood (“in the age of yore,” as my six-year-old daughter says) and from their rural peers’. Heightened costs mean that many San José families are less likely than before to explore the country in a meaningful way. Safety concerns mean that most of them don’t play outside alone anymore, a change that sometimes bleeds into not playing much outside, period. Screens – well, we all know about screens.

The central park of Curridabat.

It’s hard for me to believe that the new generation of urban Costa Rican youth will be as comfortable with the country’s flora and fauna as their predecessors. This has serious consequences for the environment, but also for the mental health of that generation. You don’t have to be a forest bathing devotee to understand that a relationship with nature makes a difference in our lives. Costa Rica is a place that people visit from all over the world to rekindle that relationship, but its city dwellers are increasingly cut off from it.

That’s why I like the efforts to teach us about our urban trees and plants. It’s not a new idea – the B Corps Bioland has been planting and labeling trees for years – but I’m seeing it more often, including in our town, where the Municipality of Curridabat’s Ciudad Dulce and iNaturalist programs are identifying trees and even providing QR codes so you can learn more about the species that make even urban spaces such biodiverse places in Costa Rica. When we saw one the other day, my husband said, “That’s silly – every Tico knows what that plant is.” But I’m pretty sure today’s youth do not. If one out of 1,000 read the sign or scan the code – and if the rest of us are gently reminded that “the environment” is not something far away but the spaces we live in every day – then it’s all worth it.

I know that municipalities without the staggering resources of Curridabat, home to some of the country’s richest districts, have other priorities to attend to. So I’m grateful for all those that manage to keep their green spaces on at least their back burner, and for initiatives like Rutas Naturbanas (more on them soon!) that help bridge the gap. Costa Rica’s natural beauty should not be reserved for people with cars, or people with money, or people who live in neighborhoods with resources to lavish on their parks. In fact, the future of those natural resources depends on how well the country makes natural experiences accessible to everyone, the future voters.

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Day 49: When I look down I just miss all the good stuff

Any Ani Difranco fans out there? One of my favorite lines of hers, and there are a lot, is: “When I look down, I just miss all the good stuff, and when I look up, I just trip over things.”

It’s so true, and particularly in San José – where looking up too much means you have an unusually high likelihood of falling down a manhole, never to be heard from again.

But this morning I was walking on a path just ten feet from my porch and happened to look straight up, and realized that I was standing directly underneath a spider city. I counted 12 webs, some tiny, some massive, unbelievably intricate. It was a spot I have walked under approximately 100 times in the past few months, and never once did I notice that an entire soccer team of spiders was laboring right overhead, creating masterpieces.

It was the second time in less than 24 hours that nature had smacked me in the face, right in the middle of city: as I was having coffee yesterday, a glorious motmot came hopping right up to my outside table. We locked eyes for what was probably 20 seconds but felt like an hour. Having breathlessly surveyed this spectacular bird from varying distances for years, this up-close interaction felt like having a movie star sit down at my table with me. Can you imagine if I had been so stuck to my phone or computer that I had missed this altogether? Add a little more stress or a tight deadline to the scene, and I could have. Easily.

If you can do it today, look somewhere weird. Straight up the trunk of your favorite tree. Straight down from your office window. Find some angle that’s strange or unusual. As the things that draw our attention away from our surroundings grow ever more shiny and exciting and ubiquitous, the joy that comes from a sudden surprise discovery grows ever sharper.

I’m a writer in San José, Costa Rica, on a year-long quest to share daily posts on inspiring people, places and ideas from my adopted home as a kind of tonic during a rough time in the world. Sign up (top right of this page) to receive a little dose of inspiration every weekday in your mailbox; tell a friend; check out past posts; and please connect with me on Instagram or Facebook! You can also find me churning out small, square poems on any topic under the sun (here on the site, on Instagram or Twitter). 

 

Day 29: Is there a park calling your name?

Can you name the Costa Rican park where I took this photo? Do you have a favorite – national, city, private? Dog park (man, I know a nice one in Eastport, Maine)? Random-corner-that-isn’t-technically-a-park-but-makes-you-happy? I’ve been collecting parks in Costa Rica for 15 years, and there are few habits that have done more for my mental health than those escapes, no matter how short.

If you can, wherever you are today, drop by a park and take a break. Because sometimes, #travelthursday is just that simple.

I’m a writer in San José, Costa Rica, on a year-long quest to share daily posts on inspiring people, places and ideas from my adopted home as a kind of tonic during a rough time in the world. Sign up (top right of this page) to receive a little dose of inspiration every weekday in your mailbox; tell a friend; check out past posts; and please connect with me on Instagram or Facebook! You can also find me churning out small, square poems on any topic under the sun (here on the site, on Instagram or Twitter).