So the day began like any other day in Costa Rica: with a lot of rain.

From the first sensation of flying, to finally landing on solid ground, the experience of doing a zip-lining course in Costa Rica is one I will never forget.

I took a deep breath and jumped.

At the top of one of the trees was a platform and a zip-lining rope.

So my group and I, along with our guides, started the walk towards the rainforest.

This rain was intense.

Upon entering, with each of us resembling something like a wet dog that just emerged from a pool, we were told to suit up.

Suit up?

I was given a harness that went around my legs and waist, along with a pair of leather work gloves.

I could barely see two inches in front of me, nevermind seeing a distant tree, one that I am heading towards at about thirty miles an hour.

I was flying! It was amazing!