Our daily lives our filled with decisions. Milk or sugar? Skirt, dress or pants? Happy hour or yoga? Sometimes we know what the outcome will be of a decision; yes, I will take my coffee with just cream. But then there are decisions that lead to outcomes that we never could fathom.
Two years ago today, forgoing visiting a friend in Spain, I hopped on a plane to Costa Rica to help scratch the surfing itch that had taken hold of me four months prior. My trip was great. It rained, no poured, the whole week. I wiped out over and over and OVER again. I even got a head cold. But somehow Costa Rica put a magic spell on me. So much so that I returned just three short months later with friends that I had met during my first trip. Then I met Robert August. One decision, and the rest is, you know, history…
As my mother would say, surfing ruined my life. So much so that the pictures below are proof.
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- Sometimes you just gotta do things that scare ya…like dropping in at Labarinto.
Pura Vida,
Kristen
The tough Texan/Mexican part of me hates to admit this, but I am literally in tears reading all your posts – happy tears, I promise. I visited Tamarindo in June and have been captivated ever since. So much in fact that I booked another trip, all by my lonesome, in October. Having just returned from a week long stay at WRSC, I cannot seem to think of anything else – the smell of the morning, the sound of the water, the feel of the breeze, the high of catching a wave. Your blog has really hit a particularly soft spot in my heart that is reserved for Costa Rica. I left my heart there, and I intend on moving there to get it back 🙂
Awwwww shucks Kristina, thanks! Your words mean so much and one of the reasons why I love blogging. I can’t believe I missed you at WRSC. Please let me know the next time you are down!
Pura Vida,
Kristen