Tag: Costa Rica

Mal Pais

ScannedImage_170643 My first trip to Costa Rica!

It was intense. There were so much to figure out. I had planned this trip for a year. As I prepared, running hundreds of miles, in flat Florida; I was told by everyone that I was going to get killed. Either by the waves, or a knife wielding native. I disregarded the negative vibe.

I stepped into the unknown. And on this adventure I met, the positive surfer, Samantha Seyda, at the Mal Pais surf camp. She too is from North Florida. The side-kick above, her daughter, was her traveling companion.

It’s all a long story, but what’s important for this post, is that Sam, took me under her wing and showed me where to paddle out, in the channel. There was a big swell that trip. Continue reading Mal Pais

Lats

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ORIGIN early 17th cent.: modern Latin, from musculus latissimus dorsi, literally ‘broadest muscle of the back.’

I like this photo. Not because the waves is huge and surfer is in the “money shot”, but because of his muscles. I admire how his lats are stressed and defined. Surfers have great bodies. Continue reading Lats

Nobody’s Darling

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI’ve just read Samba to the Sea‘s post, which led me to Dirtbag Darling‘s musings. Both of these women are young blogger, surfer, travelers.

I thought to myself, I’m nobody’s darling. Never have been and never will be.

But good for them. They are darling.

Playgrounds

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Have you ever seen the picture of what people look like today climbing Mt. Everest? It’s bizarre to say the least. They’re packed like sardines on the mountainside.

They pay huge amounts of money to have a guide show them the ropes, so to speak. Why aren’t they out seeking new adventure? Why aren’t they climbing a mountain no one else has been on? Or at least, maybe just a few.

It’s called adventure. verb [ no obj. ] dated-engage in hazardous and exciting activity, esp. the exploration of unknown territory: they had adventured into the forest.

Today people call adventure, paying a bunch of money to be babied along. WTF? Continue reading Playgrounds

Super Sweet Simple Sunday

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Upstairs of the Tiki in Brasilito

The kids all get along.
No language barrier here.
Time to cook the dogs.
Time to cook the dogs.
Vecinos ~ Neighbors
Vecinos ~ Neighbors
The Work Force
The Work Force
Come as you are - All are welcome-beinvenidos!
Come as you are – All are welcome-beinvenidos!

 

Community

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAI started to title this Christian Community ~ but I thought better of it. I don’t want to start a Holy War.

All I know is, I have an opportunity, to meet with fellow Christians and help to feed some hungry people.

It’s Sunday morning and I have found myself congregating with a group called, The Carpenter’s Way. We meet above a restaurant, in the town of Brasilito. They do not pass a basket for money. – hmm…that’s different. Personally, I give, but there’s no part of the sermon where money is asked for.

We have two hundred hot dogs to cook today.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been hungry and without; if you’ve ever felt the humiliation of not being able to feed your family. I have.

And I have been blessed.

It’s all about love and the Grace of God.

So ~ I Praise the Lord!

Home Sweet Home

On one hand, it’s good to tell the truth. But on the other, it’s just not. The truth often seems so negative. A real buzz kill ~ bad energy.

Who would ever move to Amelia Island, if they first considered the paper mills, the bad smell, the ugly billowing grey chemicals, being forced on the sky. The nebulizer of febreeze spraying it’s acid aerosol. But we don’t know it. We’re unaware. It’s best to not think about it.

And what about our muddy waters. Sales and marketing experts, tell the tale of runoff, from the river and the marshes. It seems to me that if that were true, the water would have been muddy when I was a kid. But it wasn’t. It was blue and clear. You could see your feet under the water. Continue reading Home Sweet Home