Well this is it folks, my semester in Costa Rica has come to a close. I could not have asked for it to go more perfectly. The family was amazing; they were nice, pleasant to talk to, and the mom, Rosa, could whip up a mean chicken soup. The father, Victor, was one of the nicest guys I've ever met. Everyday when he came home from work, he'd give me a handshake and ask how my day was. We actually just said goodbye, and he gave me a solid ten second hug wishing me well in life. Rosa offered me a room whenever I need it, in case I want to come back and go to the beaches. Anyone coming with? I feel blessed to have met them and to have lived with them for nearly four months. They're amazing people I won't soon forget.
I've had some incredible beach days, the best of which were in Puerto Viejo. The first trip down there was with a few Canadian friends I met. We didn't book a hostel before hand, so we walked around once we got off the bus and had a look around. We were on our way to one called "Rocking Jays" but, on the way, a little place caught my eye. We walked in and I asked "Usted tiene cuartos disponibles or no...". (Do you have free rooms or not?) He looked at me puzzled, then asked his girlfriend in some Southern Twang "What's cuartos, like four?" So apparently we had stumbled across a few Americans. They were young, around 25-30ish, and were unbelievably chill. They made us popcorn, a bonfire, and hung out with us. They were so appreciative that we liked their place and loved hanging out. The shore was insanely beautiful: a few clouds, not that many people, and water clear enough to see +6ft down. I laid on the beach from 8am-4pm. A full shift of lounging.
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| Puerto Viejo - The First Time |
My last weekend here, I went back to the same place, "Residencias Caribe". Once again, they were great, and the beach was perfect. My friend Nick and I went and did nothing but beach it all day. When we arrived on Friday in the pouring rain. When we woke up ~07:30, the sun was shining and the beach was waiting. This time though, on the walk to the beach, I noticed the waves were HUGE. When I got out in the water, they were well over my head. I'd say they were probably rolling in around 15-20ft or so. It was phenomenal.
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| Puerto Viejo - The Second Time |
But now, after about fifteen minutes or so of packing, I'm all ready to return to The Empire State. The more I think about it, the more I'm ready to get home. I miss the hell outta my family and can't wait to see my friends. Christmas time always creates happiness, and I'm so thankful I get to share that with people I care about. And luckily, I have a job waiting for me (get home Sunday, start Monday).
I'll never forget my time here and am thankful I had this opportunity. My Spanish has improved big time, I got to meet some incredible people, and I've forgotten what the world cold means. I'm sure I'll be quickly be reacquainted with it though.
Hope you see you all soon, miss and love you all. Thanks for taking the time for reading my blog, feel free to talk to me at any point about my trip, or anything, because I miss talking ENGLISH!
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