I am happy to be seated and writing in my blog. It’s been since September 13th that I wrote.
A lot has come and gone, in my mind.
I’ve been practicing meditation. Every morning, I get up at five-ish and I sit. I close my eyes and breath. I’m not new to meditation, I just got away from it. The same way I can get away from other things that are good for me, like eating right, exercise and staying far away from drama.
“There is nothing wrong with change, if it is in the right direction” ~ a quote by Winston Churchill.
Ok-how do I know if it’s the right direction? Hence, meditation. I need to sit and be still. The answer is in the silence.
I say adios to Nica Waves…what a great surf camp.
The surf trail is not new to me. I always approach it with minimal expectations.
I just want to say the Nica Waves Surf Camp, it’s owner and all the employees; Maria, the concierge, the cook/chef ~ the beef jalapeno is an excellent choice, (I have detoured from my food plan!) Boogie, the surf guide, and all the locals that Mike employs here are awesome.
Security has always been an issue on my travels, and I have never allowed myself to be this relaxed.
In two or three hours, after coffee and one more slice of banana bread, I will be headed south to the border.
I’m going home~to Costa Rica that is.
La Huerta awaits me.
Two days ago, I caught this fish. It’s a red bass. My first, big, red bass. The fish latched aholt (I think this is a Southern term.) of the hook and swallowed it so hard, it would have been difficult to loose. But I didn’t know that, at the time. I reeled that fish as it swam hard, towards the rocks. It did everything to get away. That fish and I became one. The tide would pull it in and I would have to reel fast. The the tide would pull back and I could barely hang on. I was not going to let any slack in that line. I had to be strong to bring that fish on to the bank. I felt bad as it was drawing its last breath. It was so colorful; red and gold. It faded as the seconds went by and the sun set behind us.
Thirty years ago the Real Fish Head took me fishing. He latched aholt of me and like that fish I had no idea how set that hook was.
If you travel to Costa Rica, down a red clay road, to the remote, outpost Avellanas, you will find a fine dining restaurant, where this man is one of the waiters. You will be greeted with a luminous smile and a genuine “pura vida“.
Natalia is another surfing mama.
What a beautiful life. What a beautiful family.
*None of the photos are mine. The restaurant is the famous, Lola’s.