Two days before we went through the Panama Canal, on October 2, we were in Puntarenas, Costa Rica.
The female is a luscious shade of green, which also allows her to blend into the foliage.
No chance of that happening with her male counterpart! There was something about their feathers that made them look like velvet. These males were really spectacular.
Have you watched the movie, Rio, the one about about the blue macaw? They didn't have strictly blue macaws here in the sanctuary, but rather very striking blue and yellow macaws. The tour guide also made a point of stressing the fact that these blue macaws are not native to Costa Rica, but are from Brazil.
I also loved this little gray beauty.
Right before I snapped the picture, this white bird had spread the feathers on his head, just like on the sign. He wouldn't do it again for me, and the tour group was moving on...
The sanctuary has other animals as well.
It was such a fascinating tour that we thoroughly enjoyed.
The second part of our excursion consisted of getting on a boat, on the search for crocodiles, iguanas, etc. That part of the excursion was pretty much of a bust. This is about all we saw--brackish water and reportedly an iguana, who pretty much blended into the tree branch.
It was another extremely hot and muggy day so we were more than happy to get back to shore, board the bus and get back to the ship.
The next day was another sea day, with some rain and choppy water.
Tuesday, October 14, was our passage through the Panama Canal (see previous post), and then we were on to Colombia.
Cartagena, Colombia, where we docked on October 5, is a place both of us would like to revisit. We began our tour at Castillo de San Felipe de Barajas, a fortress built by the Spanish for protection against pirates.
We then made our way to the Old City, a fascinating and beautiful area of winding streets and Spanish Colonial architecture, surrounded by a wall.
Once inside, I was captivated by the beautiful buildings.
Our next stop was to a series of 23 shops that are housed in what were formerly dungeons. Mark was on a mission to find a hat. After what seemed like a chapter out of Goldilocks and the Three Bears, trying on many hats that were too small or too big, we finally found one that was just right. And then it was time to head back to the ship.
We didn't dock at Aruba until mid day on October 6.
Nope, nothing like that.
After a ten-minute boat ride away from the shore, up popped a submarine.
We saw quite a few fish, although the water wasn't as clear as we expected, perhaps the remnants of Hurricane Matthew that had recently blown through the area.
It was a wonderful two weeks, a perfect way to celebrate Mark's retirement from a thirty-year career to which he devoted so much time and energy.