The clock is ticking and the weeks are slipping by. It’s way past time to try catching up with my posts. On a recent drive to the Cerro Punta side of Volcan Baru one Sunday afternoon, we stopped at a bridge which hasn’t been around very long. The new bridge lies alongside an old footbridge, once the only means of crossing at this particular point. I love bridges for no discernible reason, and although the new bridge is very simple, its rusty neighbor has character and I am certain possesses many stories of those who have traversed it over the years. I am delighted the old footbridge remains as a juxtaposition to what is new.