I could sense my rapid heartbeat and felt too edgy to have a conversation in Spanish, so we just walked on in silence. Until I strayed off the path, slipped on the muck and landed on my bum. Our laughter echoed through the forest, and sitting on my bum, peeping at the crescent moon through the canopy above, I felt like the curved moon was smiling down at us too. And thus I arrived in the home of a Bribri family—one of the last remaining indigenous communities in Costa Rica. Deep in the rainforest, without electricity or connectivity, far from civilization as I knew it.
