(La Playita Anchorage, Panama City, Panama)
Here’s an affair that will have you throwing your hands up in the air at the ironic absurdity of it all, while simultaneously smiling ear to ear and throwing those same hands up in the air in pure triumph and awe. Today we finally saw a sloth!! Yes, after scrupulously searching more than one Costa Rican National Park boasting its prolific sloth inhabitants – we checked Manual Antonio Park more than once I might add – we came across this happy camper lounging in a tree lining the marina’s fricking parking lot.
Yup the sloth could very well be the national ambassador of Costa Rica and we never saw one. We spent three months there with the sighting of one of these fascinating creatures never far from our minds, but it was not meant to be. Not a single toe was spotted. Fast forward to walking home from ice cream with Stephen and Nicole in Panama City and there one is hanging out in the powerlines of our metropolitan anchorage.
As a result, I’ve developed my own theory on sloths. They aren’t the rainforest loving, wild and free, tree hugging animals I believed them to be. Instead they are pleasantly urbanized, high-wire, city slickers. Much preferring the hustle and bustle of city life to the calm, possibly boring life in the country.