"Few metaphors are so powerful...as the image of two wings that symbolize that eternal dream of

I'm almost back to waking up at 5am and was happy to start day 2 with some semblance of my normality. I skipped on light feet to the park at dawn and trained clubs, making the most of the cool early morning climate. I bought groceries on my way back to the hostel and by 8am rising warmth bounced off the pavements while I got as lost as possible to better find my way around San Jose's gridded network of roads. By 10am I had discovered a giraffe unicycling acroyogi. In actual fact, Juan saw my clubs and come over to me but still. He lives over two hours away, was job hunting in town and stumbled across me on his early way to a return bus. Funny old world. He lives in prime coffee country near a national park full of so many creatures I'm itching to see; red-eyed frogs, quetzals, 2 & 3 toed sloths, rhinoceros beetles, tapirs, capuchins... Juan also told me about a December circus convention back in San Jose where I can teach (and of course learn) so it's win, win, win. It's now 4am on day 3 and I'm enjoying the hostel's relative emptiness before catching a bus from Estación Atlántico to Cartago's Los Angeles. There I'm meeting another Juan who owns the yoga lodge and organic farm in the mountainous cloud forest that will be my home for the next three weeks.

N.B. The winged "Alas de México" by sculptor Jorge Marín is a replica of Mexico City's original. Fortuitously it's in San José's parque Morazán, where the jugglers gather.