Purrrra vida. Tuanissss. Me encanta Costa Rrrrrica!! (Use your imagination for those rolling R's.)
My trip to Costa Rica over the holidays was one for the books. I was completely aware that this vacation was going to be about relaxation, romance, beach, food, drinks, splurging, enjoyment. My love and I worked hard in 2014 and it was time to remove and reset.
So, without further ado, and better late then never: our trip to Costa Rica!
We stuck to the Guanacaste region of Costa Rica for our ten-day excursion and boy was it lush. I'm talking sandy beaches, swinging hammocks, and pastel sunsets. Tropical drinks served with umbrellas were inevitably had and guiltlessly enjoyed. The most wicked fried plantains, an inordinate amount of local fruit, and some of the most mouth-watering freshly caught fish were consumed.
Here is a nowhere-near-complete list of take-away experiences:
- Being greeted at our first hotel with a sweetly-scented towel to wipe away the airplane guck and cold mocktail of local aloe vera, green apple, and pineapple
- Watching the Costa Rican fútbol championship at a beach bar with a shy local bartender supporting his team and a rowdy beach-goer from Ohio relentlessly rooting for the opposing team
- Painting each other with cold, foul-smelling volcanic mud, letting it dry, then watching the gray cloud that expelled from our bodies when we ease into the bathtub-like thermal river (and giggling)
- Sharing a $28 "Dirty Monkey" cocktail consisting of Bailey's, Costa Rican liquor, bananas, and a load of other rich deliciousness, while paddling around in the pool bar (Yes, I said $28)
- Being surrounded by gawking children in said-pool bar while a wee bit tipsy from said-$28 beverage (and, again, giggling)
- Collecting and holding around fifteen teeny-tiny adorable little hermit crabs in one hand
- Kayaking to a private beach, eating local pineapple, being stung by minuscule jellyfish, and seeing schools of colorful fish while snorkeling
- Gawking over the swiftly-changing, pastel paintings that were the sunsets each evening
- Figuring out that the loud garbage-disposal-like sound emanating from the trees was actually a family of howler monkeys
- Rocking on a swing slung from the branch of a friendly and abiding old tree growing straight out of the sand on the beach, whilst drinking a margarita and listening to Spanish-language tunes
- Flying through the air and feeling like a large, clumsy-yet-thrilled bird over a waterfall-bordered ravine (a.k.a. zip lining)
- Sinking into the in-room hammock whilst reading Toujours Provence, being swayed softly by the adjacent ocean breeze, and smiling at the sounds of my love snoozing next door and the buzzing and chirping of the Costa Rican wildlife