We just returned from a quick trip to Costa Rica to celebrate my Father’s retirement/birthday and my sister’s birthday. Along with the family time, we took a lap down and around the Nicoya Peninsula and to some of the nearby volcanoes. Costa Rica is tiny, the size of Vermont and New Hampshire combined. While the roads were much better than people had suggested (everything was passable, not the car-eating holes like in Asia), any ‘major’ drive became a 3-4 hour bounce-fest on dusty or muddy roads.
Our first few days were spent at a lovely farm, on the north-west side of Ricon de la Veija, Costa Rica’s ‘active volcano’. It popped it’s top a few years ago, but other than some trails being closed, there was no real sign of the eruption. The farm was situated in the ‘highlands’, up the slope from the baking plains near the pacific, right at the edge of the rain forest. The temperature was cool in the evenings and reminded us of warm summer days in Vermont (complete with holstein cows grazing in the fields). That is until we went deeper into the forest to the hot springs that came pouring out from behind our cabin. Soaking in piping hot water coming from the earth is always a neat experience, and it seemed the monkeys that lived in the area enjoyed the springs as well, leaving some ‘evidence’ for us to find one morning.
Next we headed down the coast to Ostional, with it’s black sand beach and turtles. We heard the wild stories of tens of thousands coming en mass to lay their eggs, but we were only lucky enough to see two behemoths dig their holes.
Farther south to the tip of the Nicoya Peninsula brought us to Santa Teresa, a town of surfers, yoga instructors, and gangs of tourists learning to be a surfer or yoga instructor.
There will be more blog posts about Costa Rica coming soon!