I think I was born with a travel bug.
I grew up always learning about other cultures, praying for missionaries and dreaming of traveling. (thanks mom)
When I was 13 years old I went on my first solo trip to Panama (I met a group there, obviously. Not THAT gung-ho) which set the standard for the rest of my teenage years, where most summers were spent abroad loving people and serving Jesus. I may have not gotten my summer tan, but I gained memories that have changed me forever.
That being said, I was fortunate enough to marry a guy who’s love for traveling perhaps even outmatched mine. We have a sort of unspoken agreement to get out of our little bubble at least once a year, preferably in an international setting, and explore.
This past September we spent around 10 days in Costa Rica. Three were in the capital, San Jose, and the rest were spent on the Caribbean coast in a little town named Cahuita.
Cahuita differs from towns on the Pacific side of Costa, which are usually overrun with tourism. It’s a small, beautiful and sleepy community next to a National Park (aka jungle) full of monkeys and bugs and snakes and…raccoons.
We spent most of our time lounging at a beach with only 2 or 3 others around, if anyone else. The warm, crystal clear water was unreal. On our way to the beach from Cahuita we would stop at a little grocery store and pick up cheese, salami and crackers to eat for lunch. Weird, yes, but strangely satisfying.
Foregoing a traditional hotel, we decided to stay in a fully equipped apartment through airbnb hosted by an awesome expat couple who made us delicious breakfast each morning.
It was our first time (of hopefully many more to come) doing a real vacation internationally besides our honeymoon in Greece. Our consensus? Rest is so good for your soul.
Here’s a peak into our trip in Costa Rica.