In Costa Rica, the way they do things is comical sometimes. The land of “Macgyvering It”, jerry-rigging everything, making the rules up as you go, and using whatever you have within reach to fix something.
One afternoon we were enjoying an ice cold beer at Soda Lilly (yes, we finally found a soda that serves beer! It's a miracle!) with our friends Jose and Nathalie when we notice two signs across the street. We chuckle over the irony…only in Costa Rica do you see a sign advertising an Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, right next to a sign for a bar:
Well if there’s a fork in the road, Yogi Berra says to take it. AA meeting…or Roadshack? Anyone who knows us can easily guess which venue we decided to pursue…
As soon as we walked into the Roadshack we were greeted by familiar, friendly faces. Apparently this is the place to be in Uvita. The staff is warm and welcoming, and right away we notice a sign for Rogue Beer!
Brought to us all the way from the Oregon Coast, it’s like this place knew we were coming and is extremely prepared. We order all the Oregon beer we can drink:
Only true Oregonians can genuinely appreciate a crisp, delicious microbrew. They taste like home. We stuff ourselves with flavorful sandwiches, burritos and cheeseburgers, and numerous craft beers. The food and beer at The Roadshack are scrumptious, and we will definitely be back soon.
We don’t get to the beach as often as we used to. We do have a beautiful view of the ocean from our porch, but 7 kilometers and 2000 feet of rugged Costa Rican potholes stand between us and the Pacific Ocean. “Death Road” is the name we’ve given to our never-ending-flat-tire-inducing driveway. But we won't let Death Road stand in our way. We try to do a beach day at least once a week.
Playa Uvita is one of our favorite nearby beaches. Next to the famous Whale’s Tail, it is a popular beach amongst tourists, and an expensive one. It costs $6 per person to enter this beach from one of the public entrance points, but we refuse to pay that much each time we want to swim in the ocean. We got lucky and found a secret road that leads to a secluded section of pristine beach and we claim it as our own. With a cooler full of beer and snacks, and a couple of hammocks, we could waste many days in this spot.
Since moving to Osa Mountain Village we’ve noticed we rarely spot monkeys anymore. We went nearly a month without a single monkey sighting, although we hear them howling from the jungle day and night, so we know they are still around.
These are jungle monkeys after all, and they presumably keep their distance from people, unlike the city monkeys (that's our theory anyway). Missing our regular monkey sightings, we were treated to a rare monkey experience one day while at Playa Uvita. We were happy to see the monkeys, and they were also happy to see us…or should I say pee on us?
Howler monkeys swarm the treetops above us, climbing, swinging and playing. Babies cling to their mother’s backs, teenagers daringly chase each other through the foliage, pausing only to urinate on the tourists below, while the loud, grumpy father monkeys voice their extreme disapproval of the entire situation through repeated, deep, booming howls.
Down at the volunteer center at Osa Mountain Village there is a nice wood-burning pizza oven. Nathalie and Jose, who live at the volunteer center, decided to host a pizza night as a farewell dinner for Nathalie.
Nathalie made mounds of homemade pizza dough, while Jose built the fire, and the rest of us brought shredded cheese along with a variety of toppings. From jerk sauce, to fresh pineapple, to vegetarian sausage, to smoked ham and bacon, to roasted garlic, to every possible vegetable you can think of, we had it all.
By far the best pizza we’ve had in all of our time in Costa Rica. Each pizza that exited the hot wood-burning oven was more delicious than the one before it. Pizza night at the OMV volunteer center will be hard to top! After stuffing ourselves with endless pizza slices, we gathered around while Jose played the guitar and we all sang old school classic rock songs to end the evening.
Thanks to Nathalie, Jose, and everyone at OMV for the flavorful evening! Nathalie - you will be missed! Hasta luego!
Kari Pinkerton Silcox
It would be a tragedy to die, having never really lived. Which is why my husband Andy and I quit our jobs, sold our house and decided to chase our dreams. We moved to Costa Rica without a plan, and this is the story of our adventure.