It was the first day of February. A Sunday – our day off at the chocolate farm. Eva and I had spent it celebrating the birthday of our Costa Rican host father, a fiesta that included homemade mango cake, a hired mariachi band, and a house overflowing with Ticos of all ages for the special day. As the festivities wound down, the two of us headed off our separate ways to wander the small surrounding town of Mastatal, only to bump into each other on one of the few trails out in the wilderness. Together, we set off to discover a nearby abandoned house that had intrigued us for the past few weeks. The golden light of the setting sun was the perfect backdrop for our exploration.