Right before New Year’s going into 2015, myself and a few friends from work went out for dinner and drinks. We had a crazy time. Somewhere in there we ordered the “big daddy chocolate cake”, cried thug tears about Ricky from Boyz in the hood dying (like 20 years ago) and at the end of the night went around the table and put notes into my iPhone about things we wanted to accomplish in the new year and going forward. This ranged from losing weight, to opening a food truck, to um…. some less appropriate things. Mine was to take my first “real” international trip.
I had been to other countries before; Mexico & Canada but I wanted the real deal. I wanted to truly experience another country outside of the traditional vacation destinations and Niagara Falls. I had no place in mind.
Less than 10 days later I booked myself a flight to Central America. I was headed to Costa Rica.
I hadn’t asked anyone if they wanted to go. I didn’t know what I was gonna do in Costa Rica. Actually, I had no plan at all. What I did have was my ticket (shrugs shoulders). That was good enough for me!
I ended up inviting people to go with me but you know how that goes. I was almost really about to roll solo until my cousin said there was no way she was letting me go by myself and used some of her millions of miles to book a flight.
I landed in Costa Rica, stepped out of the terminal and was greeted by heat and humidity. Even inside the lobby it was super humid. Did I mention that during the flight, my once a month visitor decided she wanted to go to Costa Rica too and showed up? So I found myself hot, unprepared for my “visitor” and sitting on the floor of the Daniel Oduber Quirós International Airport lobby (cause there were no seats) next to a friendly lady who was also waiting for her people to arrive in the next 2 hours. Thank God she gave me some Tylenol to hold me over… and yes, I took medicine from a stranger in the airport. Don’t judge me, judge yourself! Whew, that was a rough introduction to Costa Rica.
My cousin and her hubby finally arrived and we hopped a car to take us to our destination, about an hour away. Attempting to tell the driver where we were staying, I called the hotel to get their address and discovered that in Costa Rica they don’t have addresses! Mmm K. They said to tell the driver that they were located in the town of Tamarindo and to make a right at the bank. I’m like “For real?”
It was a long, cover your eyes scary and beautifully scenic ride. We made it to town and indeed made a right at the bank. Up the hill and down a dirt road we came to our amazingly chic boutique hotel where for the next few days I soaked up all the beauty of my surroundings like a sponge. My stay in Tamarindo, Guancaste, Costa Rica turned out to be everything. Each morning I woke up feeling totally blessed to be there.
I fell in love with the Pura Vida mantra. Life seemed so simple. No one ironed clothes or drove a fancy car. You could wake up to the most amazing sunrise ever; eat fresh papaya and omelets and drink freshly squeezed juice. You could see the sunset on the beach and hear Latin music as you strolled or rode bikes around town. It was beautiful and my heart felt happy.
P.S. – Remind me later to tell you about when all the electricity went out in the town and I wanted to call my mom to come pick me up! For reals. Til’ next time 🙂