Lazy days in paradise
It's been two weeks in Costa Rica now and we kind a stayed entirely in Santa Teresa, more specifically Don Jons Lodge. Actually we were meant to go to Nicaragua, but the political situatuin is fragile and less than safe. The second plan involves a drive up the coast of the Nicoya Peninsula, but the car I booked came 4 days later and Mike wanted to spend his last week in Santa Teresa anyway. That short window of 7 days wasn't worth going, we thought.
So now I have a cold or maybe even a flu and sit in a hammock writing this blog. Entually the A/C caught me beeing uncoverd at night I guess. But staying here doesn't mean there was nothing to do. We have been surfing that Pointbreak on the other side of the cape already twice and went to the waterfalls in Montezuma to test our fear of heights while jumping into dark green waterholes.
We usually go to a Soda, a local restaurant and try everything on the menu. I really like it this way and the fact that we give our money straight to the local people has become kind of a habit to me. Same way with the accommodations I stay in. The awareness that you only make some rich foreigner en more rich by staying in a fancy hotel has not gotten through to most travellers.
I met some amazing people over here, but all of them have to leave at one point, which is pretty hard considering you get to know each other quite well by the end although you spent a small amount of time together. Some of them may become closer than people you know for years. But it's all in flux. Travelling and moving around, meeting and saying goodby the people you might call friends in the end is a sad part of it
So now I have a cold or maybe even a flu and sit in a hammock writing this blog. Entually the A/C caught me beeing uncoverd at night I guess. But staying here doesn't mean there was nothing to do. We have been surfing that Pointbreak on the other side of the cape already twice and went to the waterfalls in Montezuma to test our fear of heights while jumping into dark green waterholes.
We usually go to a Soda, a local restaurant and try everything on the menu. I really like it this way and the fact that we give our money straight to the local people has become kind of a habit to me. Same way with the accommodations I stay in. The awareness that you only make some rich foreigner en more rich by staying in a fancy hotel has not gotten through to most travellers.
I met some amazing people over here, but all of them have to leave at one point, which is pretty hard considering you get to know each other quite well by the end although you spent a small amount of time together. Some of them may become closer than people you know for years. But it's all in flux. Travelling and moving around, meeting and saying goodby the people you might call friends in the end is a sad part of it
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