Excerts from the guest book, Finquita Lucita
"How can we ever express to you our gratitude for a marvelous vacation. Lucy, the meals all delicious and so artistically presented. We have never seen such fantastic Waterfalls! We will never forget you two." Roddy and Elaine Smith, Sebastian, Fl ersmythe@copper.net
Roddy and Elaine were 9 day all-inclusive guests
"Dave, your farm is so beautiful. Thank you for the fantastic tour. You really went out of your way to make us feel comfortable." Corry R. Springfield, VA USA
"Lucy is a great cook and we would never buy a place in
Gwen Voronet gwen.finelife@mts.net
"Very rich experiences... the 180 degree vista of the
Bernie Voronet,
"To chef Lucy and David (taxi, boogy boarding, flute playing, body surfing) hosts. Your farm is a sanctuary for calm and beauty. Most of all, thank you for your warm, kind hospitality." Bill Hobbins, Colorado Kayaker, 9 day guest
"Great staying at your place. I enjoyed waking up in the clouds. No doubt I will be back to experience your kind hospitality again." Pete Steimer, psteimer@chapman.edu
"We can´t thank you enough for your hospitality. You both have an amazing spirit that equals the beauty of your home and property." Eric and Alayne, ecolman@gmail.com
This is a poem written by my father while visiting Finquita Lucita in November, 2006.
Finquita Lucita
The lush green valley, rolled out peacefully below,
The beckoning church steeple catches the sun´s first glow.
Trees and mountains everywhere, lush irregular patches of green,
God has painted exquisitely, basic colors of a Costa Rica Spring.
High on Dave and
I relax in my rocking chair, all´s peaceful and serene.
A vulture, so graceful, rides the thermals with glee.
Searching most carefully, what his breakfast might be.
Birds on the banana deli, are squabbling like mad,
Declaring the fruit is theirs to be had.
The jagged mountain outline, across the valley´s far side,
Being kissed and fondled, by bellowing clouds on their ride.
The only activity, in my line of sight,
Are the birds and the butterflies, soaring in flight.
Now this isn´t Heaven, but you know God is near,
Is he the yellow butterfly or that beautiful bluebird so dear?
Only the master, could create such delight,
The peace and the beauty are beyond human´s might.
So I´ll sit here and rock, just delight with this view.
Thank God for their mountain, and the heavenly pew.
Bill Goodridge (