Pura Vida

 

Space ship cloud shooting lasers over Texas.  Maybe I'm watching too many Star Wars movies...

1st view of Costa Rican mountainous country side.

Tranquilo, the first hostel we stayed at in San Jose.

Imperial, the New Castle of Costa Rica.

About to hop the ferry to the Nicoya Peninsula and Santa Teresa/Mal Pais.

Serenade of "Juantanamera" during dinner

View from inside our romantic bamboo cabana at Minihostel in Santa Teresa.

Heaven.

Chillaxin.

Kimbo Slice, the racist Finca bulldog.

Base camp.

Journaling...not keeping a diary.  Diaries are for girls.

Jeff (aka Oso Polar or Polar Bear) wrangling a Eyelashed Pit Viper in the kitchen.

Eyelashed Pit Viper.  Extremely dangerous but oh so pretty.

Sorry for the delay everyone! The internet signal is short and sweet here in the jungle. Cannot believe we have been on the move for a week already. So much has happened already…it would be impossible and boring to all our loyal followers to write it all out. I am going to go twitter style…short excerpts of writing with a majority of pictures/videos. Please provide feedback if you like it. So much is going on that it would be quite taxing to write every adventure out in detail (even though I’d love to).

We landed in San Jose with no problems (aside from getting our super food Chia seeds taken by Costa Rican customs). Funny part about that whole situation was that they let us keep our Hemp seeds and didn’t question our bulbous bag of climbing chalk which looks exactly like a kilo and a half of Columbian snow drift. Go figure.

We stayed in a chill hostel with the fitting name of Tranquilo. We were off the next morning to an off the path surf town on the Nicoya Peninsula called Santa Teresa. The name was spot on because it seemed like Santa himself would park his sled in the sand and admire the peeling blue waves and golden brown senoritas. Sleeping surf shack attendants spotted the coast as they “worked” from their hammocks with surf magazines in hand and eye lids half ajar.

After renting boards, Chris and I headed for the beach where the waves got progressively more inviting over the next 3 days. Chris was shralping so hard that he stood up on his board and cruised his first day out! We were yipping and cheering each other on over the rushing sound of the white water constantly rolling into shore.

We could have stayed in Santa Teresa weeks on end but duty called. With upmost reluctance, we caught the ferry/bus back to San Jose and jumped on 6 hour bus ride to La Florida/Finca Bellavista. Finding this “off the map” destination was easier than we thought as Chris negotiated our drop off spot with perfect Spanish. We found ourselves in front of the blue and grey school house building labeled “Escuela de Florida” in red hand-painted cursive. As we were about to haul our stuff up the 4 kilometer driveway, one of our new bunkmates, Suzanna, cruised by in a taxi and picked us up. What a life saver! Climbing that steep, rocky driveway would have been a nightmare with 100 lbs of gear.

We met Matt and Erika and were given a tour of the Finca. Jeff, our bunkmaster and super awesome chef, helped us settle in. This place is breath-taking in everyway. Heaven on Earth! Simply put. The pictures will tell the story better than I can.

I will sign off put leave you with a bunch of pictures. Oh and I got on the ziplines today…with the GoPro!!! Expect videos of us ripping it up very soon. PURA VIDA.

Where there's a will, there's a way.

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