Greetings and salutations to the parents of we here in Costa rica. I am excited to report that no one is dead, although we were all string to die of boredom on the flights. Many of us just slept through until we landed in Atlanta. We were a little rushed on our transition between the flights, but it worked out the end. Upon landing we were moved into a bust hat took us on a two hour trip to Finca la Anita. Along the way, we stopped at a local restaurant, since many of us had not eaten since before the flight, or even since the night before. The food was delicious, and many of us got a chance to practice our Spanish (we're pretty bad at it). All the while, we are surrounded on all sides by beautiful scenery, rural villages, and wonderful people. Our hosts here at the ranch, Ana and Pablo, are some of the nicest people we have ever met, and have been helpful every step of the way. Around halfway there, John stopped us and showed us a tropical fruit called a Mamon Chino. It was absolutely delicious and looked like nothing we had ever seen before. Upon arrival we discovered that not only was the rain falling and refusing to stop, but the camp also has a resident horse and three resident dogs. Since none of us know their real names, and we haven't bothered to ask, we call them Charlie, Chester, and chestnut. The horse we call Freddie. After arrival, getting introductions and formalities out of the way, as well as obtaining our boots, we all settled in to rest before dinner. Dinner consisted of fish, salad and vegetables, along with some delicious pesto sauce and even more delicious hot sauce. Over what was an excellent meal, we had some of the silliest conversations imaginable. And thus, with that I find myself writing this blog. I wish ya'll the best from us hereat the ranch. Sincerely, The first blogger Daniel McCrackin