A sight to behold, nearly 20 pairs of robust bueys pulled Sarchi-style carts, a testament to the enduring spirit of hard work and the deep agricultural roots that define our region. Some hailed from as far as Cartago and Atenas, bearing witness to the strength of our ties to the land. The story of one neighbor, who arrived in Monteverde in 1949 at the tender age of nine, resounded in my heart. His family's journey up the
mountain, guided by these trusty carts, spanned three days – a feat that today takes just over an hour by car.
The parade culminated in a traditional tope, a grand tour of horses. Riders from all walks of life joined in, showcasing their steeds' graceful prancing and fancy footwork. It was a spectacle that celebrated the cherished bond between man, woman, and horse.
As the day's end approached, the festivities continued. An enticing array of food beckoned, a symphony of flavors
with smells that awakened every appetite. Music cascaded from a live band, each note an invitation to dance. Couples moved in harmony across the floor, swept away by familiar tunes that wove a tapestry of shared memories.
This fiesta was more than a celebration; it was a testament to the indomitable spirit of Monteverde. The communal pride and unity that permeate our mountaintop haven were on full display. For me, it was a poignant reminder of the blessings of calling this place home. The
love I hold for Monteverde deepened, as I stood amidst the laughter and joy, knowing that this community is where I truly belong.