What I learned about life (and love) in Costa Rica

What I learned about life (and love) in Costa Rica

IT WAS A BIT OF A NIGHTMARE.

A movie moment that is uncomfortably laughable because you are just so glad it is not happening to you.

But it happened to me.  (add dramatic music)

I WAS EXHAUSTED BUT SMILING.

On the bus to my destination, Cahuita.  A tiny village on the Caribbean side of Costa Rica.  Happy that in a few short hours I would arrive and head to the B & B that I researched and booked months ago for it’s adorable Canadian owners and the fenced in security since I was traveling alone.

I was reading my mildly trashy teen fantasy fiction (don’t look at me like that) and sitting next to a lovely lady from Saskatchewan when the bus slowed down and then came to a stop in the middle of the road.  I looked up from my novel  only to see why and it looked like there was some traffic ahead.  No big deal.

Then after a few minutes, the bus driver cut the engine.  Full bus.  No air conditioning.  We were not going anywhere.

And we didn’t for almost three hours.  Stuck because of a terrible accident, it was the only road to Cahuita so all I could do was sit and wait.  Have I mentioned I am not so good at this waiting thingy?  However, I had finally made it to Costa Rica so I continued reading about teen vampires and decided to relax and smile.

Four hours later than was planned, 7+ hours on the bus total, we finally rolled into the town I was staying in.

BY THE WAY…..

It was pouring down rain.  Like fucking rainforest raining.

My ride was long gone and it was dark out.

My español is no bueno.

I had no idea of the location of the B&B and had no cell reception to get it off my email on my phone.

Turns out there is no official taxi service in this village.

Oh, did I mention I could not even carry all of my suitcases because I had stopped for a 12 pack of wine at the duty free shop in the airport for my retreat?  I am pretty sure the locals who saw me with all of this luggage, soaking wet and no Spanish just thought,  La Gringa Loca.

For a moment, I imagined I was Kathleen Turner from Romancing the Stone but no young Michael Douglas showed up.

I. WAS. FUCKED.

But I got there.  About 30 minutes later after finding wi-fi, asking a bartender sweetly to use his phone and then call a taxi.  It was a bit of a mess, but I got there.  Exhausted and soaking wet.

I then ended up with a bad cold for the first 3+ days barely leaving except for food basics.

YUP, THAT IS HOW I DO COSTA RICA:)

I am pretty much a catastrophe in Costa Rica.

I am covered in 60 SPF sunscreen and mosquito repellant at all times.  Super sexy, I know.

My hair is somewhere between frizzy and really frizzy and too hot to wear down anyway.

I feel like I have a thin veil of sweat on me most of the time.  I can’t even convince myself that it is a “glow” no matter how much I life coach that shit.

I have blisters all over my feet from walking so much.

I AM MILDLY UNCOMFORTABLE ALL OF THE TIME.

But then there was this.

And this.  I named him Larry.  He lived in my almond tree.  I love him.

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And this.  The view I have had from my hammock as I write and work.

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And with all of these beautiful and new things, all of a sudden, holes in my soul that I didn’t even know were there were filled.

And things I was worried about just started to seem silly.

And what is important in life is glowing in my head.  Reminding me that so much that I work so hard for is total shit.

And whether or not I am catastrophe or not in Costa Rica doesn’t really matter.  Because on the inside, I am forever changed from this beautiful paradise.

And it didn’t matter that I was mildly uncomfortable anymore.  It was all completely worth it.

It is like love.  REAL, TRUE, AMAZING LOVE.  

It will be mildly uncomfortable at times.  You may even have days where you feel like a catastrophe.  Or you feel like you don’t speak their language.  But at the end of the day, it is totally and completely worth it.

Btw, this is EXACTLY why you travel with us.  So you are not stuck with 2 huge suitcases and a 12 pack of wine in a rainforest downpour, 4 hours late without wifi or a cell connection.  Not on our watch, Hot Pantses!