Granted this is a blurred photo, but I can’t seem to part with it. It’s from one of the most cherished times. I’m sitting on a log, drinking coffee and reading a book in my make-shift kitchen. It’s in the dry season, at Playa Avellanas, Costa Rica. I have everything I need. Notice the wooden box, on the right, in the back of the picture. That’s my stove and cupboard area. I, also, have a phone hanging on the tree.
The waves are plentiful, right out front. To me, Playa Avellanas is one of the most attractive beaches in the world.
I have been here on the island, way longer than I ever intended. I look forward to heading south again.
Life in Costa Rica is syrupy slow. It’s conducive to stress free, healthy living.
The speed of life here shows no sign of slowing down. I have begun to compare blogs and the internet as a fast food literary source.
It won’t be long and I’ll be back in the tropics, drinking pipas, riding some waves, reading real books and attempting to communicate in Spanish.
If I end up in a tent~no problem.
PURA VIDA PURA VIDA PURA VIDA PURA VIDA PURA VIDA PURA VIDA
I’m beginning to FEEL it.