You step off a small skiff into a hush of broadleaf forest—humid air slicks your skin, leaves drip like slow applause, and the guide bends to pluck a glossy-leafed sprig to name aloud: guaco for aches, a sap used for fevers. The trail through Los Haitises feels older than the maps that stitched these coves together; footfall wakes roots and cricket-song rather than crowds. Three hours of hiking threads along primary and secondary humid forest, past coffee and cacao groves, up low ridges, and finally to the spring of the Jivales River where clear water pools like a found thing you didn’t know you were looking for.