07 February 2013



San Gerardo de Rivas. Deje nada más que tus huellas, lleve nada más que tus recuerdos.


The fallen temple of Nahomi, Punta Quepos.


The red clay trail up Mt Chirripó, at dawn.


Dominicalito, the little brother to Dominical; a beach of shells and driftwood and magic.


I'm just gonna sit here with a way old paint job and look awesome. No biggie. Cahuita.


Goduana catching a bus from Manuel Antonio.


Magic wings.


Not sure which is more beautiful here - the endless entrancing depth of that aquamarine sea, or the built shirtless surfer standing next to it. The best part? You can have BOTH.

An ode, in color, to Costa Rica:
Where we walked on red river roads until our feet ached with the weight of clay.
Where the trees hung heavy and pregnant with lianas trickling in green tangled webs down to their woody toes.
Where the sun burned so hard that we came back, hungry and red-skinned, to worship again each day before it.
Where the salt crystals clung like white hard sweat to our hairs, our pores, our lips and we could taste the ocean as we ate and kissed and breathed, and as we danced we felt intoxicated with its smell. 
Where the ocean coaxed us and seduced us and folded us inside its rolling blue breast, and we let ourselves disappear, embryonic, into its huge vast depths until it let us stumble out, exhausted and enraptured and completed, onto the shore.
When we woke up, drowsy and drunken in love with it all; with you, made of sand and vines and shells and snakes; you, smelling of salt and of leaf litter and of sweating heavy air; you, alive at night with the hum of a million beating feet; tú.
All this to say that in March I will be heading back to Costa Rica, this time on a more permanent living-there basis than last time. As you can probably tell, I am pretty excited about this.

PS: Did I mention this one time in Costa Rica when I got muy, MUY tostada and then went snorkeling? (see my snorkel guide in the last photo above) Coral reefs are SO MUCH MORE AWESOME when the fish are singing to you and the sunlight is dancing on your arms and you take a deep breath and you are UNDERWATER but you’re BREATHING! and then HOLY SHIT a stingray goes past and for a moment it occurs to you that you probably wouldn’t be able to react appropriately if it behaved aggressively, but that thought is gone in a moment because it’s just vanished into the dim shifting haze of the water below you, and you think about how BEAUTIFUL it is that you’re just floating there, above this teeming aquatic civilization, and even if these organisms are aware of your presence, they clearly don’t perceive you as a threat, so you can just hang there infinitely, buoyant in their H2O atmosphere….

Truly one of the most philosophical snorkeling experiences I have ever had.

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