Sunrise and sunset, low tide and high tide. Letting the ocean waves take us. Wandering around Jaco and exploring nearby beach towns. Late night bar trips and lots of Imperial in our lodgings for the week. The beach, my god, so beautiful... and one afternoon, napping in our room to the sounds of a torrential downpour outside. Our effervescent, firecracker of a dear friend, Jackie, showing us around and showering us with her love. This was the farthest I had ever traveled from my home but in a way, I felt more comfortable than I could put into words.
I remember a night cooking dinner in our hostel, beers on the porch, the sounds of the Pacific crashing onto the shore. I remember how peaceful it was down there, how magical it was to spend time on the beach, to relax and get lost in a foreign country. That week we spent in Costa Rica in March 2012 was and is truly one of my very favorite adventures. It changed me in profound ways and I am so grateful to have had the experience. Of all the places I've ever been to, Costa Rica is the one I want to go back to the most. If I'm lucky, we'll get the chance to return... because I've been longing for those ocean waves, those beaches, those tropical jungles, since we boarded the plane to come home.
Pura vida, indeed!