When the lights go down in the city…
When the power goes out, we go to the beach. It’s an unwritten rule. I actually like it when the power goes out during the day, it’s like the world is saying to us, “go have a beach day”. And we are not ones to argue. So when the power went out unexpectedly the other day, we decided to walk up and down the shoreline of Samara. We ended our walk at Lo Que Hay, and enjoyed ice cold beach beers & pork tacos. We noticed quite a few surfers in the water, so we walked down the beach to watch them.
Samara is not known as a top surfing destination in Costa Rica. The waves come in waves, and are inconsistent, which can be frustrating to an experienced surfer. But at the perfect time of day, when the tide, waves and sun are just right, the local surfers trickle out and form clusters in the ocean, fighting for space. There is a parallel line of surfers in the sea today, patiently waiting for the ocean to deliver the perfect wave, before the sun goes down.
They read the ocean like a book, their instincts take over, and they begin to paddle furiously. Two surfers fight for the best spot in one wave, and battle it out, narrowly avoiding a salty collision. A kayaker rides the crest of the next wave into the shore, paddling with strain to keep himself straight. At the last minute, just as it appears he has made it, his kayak drifts sideways, and the wave tosses him out of the boat, churning him into the ocean floor.
We notice a surfer on an over-sized surfboard, practicing his hang-ten. The size of his board dominates the surf, as others dive out of his way. We observe a small, local kid, who always seems to get the best waves, leaving everyone else in his surf dust. He must have a special relationship with the ocean, it seems to favor him. He carves a path into the roaring wave, cutting left and then quickly right, trying to create more momentum. He glides across the water with ease, precision and pure athleticism. It’s as if he was born in the ocean and instead of feet he grew a surfboard. He is fascinating to watch and we are mesmerized by his moves, as the sun sets behind us. The ocean reflects the setting sun and sparkles with hues of pink and orange. Life looks like a painting.
We slowly drift in the direction of home. We stop at the Super Samara and buy a fresh pineapple and mango for dessert. They smell amazing and make my mouth water. It is moments like these I’m so glad we moved to Costa Rica. When the power goes out, we go to the beach, and marvel over the beauty that now lives outside our door. Hunting for the perfect pineapple to end the day with, is one of life’s simple pleasures. It’s the small things that count. Years from now, when I reflect on our time in Costa Rica, I know I will remember this pura vida day of power outages, wave-battling surfers and perfect pineapples.
a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
“Nature always reflected the image of my soul. On days filled with tears the heavens cried along with me.” - St. Therese of Lisieux
After a night of rain beating furiously down on our metal roof, we awaken to a new world. The power of the rain is a force to be dealt with. The torrential downpours have washed away old patterns, replacing them with new ones. Dawn shines on a different world today.
Walking the beach we notice the power of the water flow has carved new rivers into the sand, bleeding into the ocean, exposing unseen rock beds. Everything is changed, new. The rain has left its mark. What was before, is now gone. What never was, now is. The world is starting over, painting a new beginning.
“What is the scent of water? Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew.” – Elizabeth Goudge
The best thing to do when it’s raining is to let it. Every storm runs out of rain. It can’t rain forever, but into each life some rain must fall. Birds will always sing again. You can find peace amidst the storms that threaten you. Through hardship comes renewal. If you weather the storm, the rain brings sun. No rain, no rainbow.
“Some people feel the rain, others just get wet”. –Bob Marley
Act like summer, walk like rain.
“Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather”. –John Ruskin
Cuckoo for Coconuts…
Fresh, ice-cold coconut water cures everything. Especially hangovers. I know this because we found a place that serves a $2 glass of wine, and when I say ‘glass’ I mean ‘half of a bottle’. After three of these (maybe four), and not eating much, I woke up with a horrific hangover. As soon as I opened the fridge and saw the coconut inside, I knew it would help, even if that meant having to find the machete and go outside and chop it open at 5am in my pajamas.
Coconut water is incredibly hydrating and is packed with potassium, which is a key nutrient for feeling better, fast. The sweetness makes it easier to get down than regular water, especially when hungover, and it’s full of vitamins, minerals & electrolytes. Coconut water is Mother Nature’s sports drink. It tastes like happiness.
Not only does it hydrate the body, but it also kills intestinal worms, breaks up kidney stones & kills cancer cells. It is antibacterial & antifungal, controls vomiting, flushes toxins from the body, aids digestion, alkalizes the system, balances blood sugar, supplies energy, improves circulation, burns fat and is great for our skin. It is also a known remedy for cramps, constipation and anxiety. It can also be used, in emergencies, as a substitute for blood plasma. Coconut water is sterile and has an ideal PH level. It is liquid endosperm – it surrounds the embryo and provides nutrition. It truly is a miracle fruit and proves Mother Nature knows what she is doing.
I’m going to savor every coconut I crack open. I miss many things about home, but I already know none of it will compare to how much I’ll miss drinking fresh coconut water every day once we leave this special place. That thought reminds me to savor every single coconut-loving minute of our Costa Rican journey.
“I drink a lot of coconut water. It balances out all the other toxic stuff I put into my body.” -Rihanna
We lose ourselves in books, but we find ourselves there too...
Amidst the power, internet and water outages, you must be able to entertain yourself around here. Doing nothing is easier when you have working internet. My kindle is convenient and very nice to have, in fact it is necessary in Costa Rica. When packing our stuff to move here, weight was an issue. I knew I could not bring paperback books. Especially my well-worn collection of favorites. But paperback books, written in English, are hard to find here. So the kindle saves my day when I feel like getting lost in a new world of words.
When I finish a book on my kindle, it’s very convenient to be able to instantly download another. Yet I miss the feel of an actual, physical book in my hands. A book doesn’t need to be charged in an outlet. The battery of a book cannot die when the power goes out. I dream of my favorite books back home, and holding them in my hands during a dark, rainy power outage. The smell of a book, the feel of a book, the history of a book and the wonder about those who have previously held it…I never knew I would miss those things. The comfort of sitting down with my favorite book, one I already know I love, one whose words I have memorized, is something I miss.
“If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.” –Oscar Wilde
A book is a dream that you hold in your hand. A gift you can open again and again, portable magic. A library is a hospital for the mind. Only a true reader knows the devastation of finishing a great book. After turning the last page I must take time to mourn the end, to reflect on the lessons learned and the impact it has made on my soul, before I can give myself to another book. I need to get to know the new version of myself, after reading it. Books have a way of coming into your life at just the right time…
“You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.” –Paul Sweeney
I’m quitting life to become a mermaid. Who’s with me?
I must be a mermaid. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
95% of the ocean is undiscovered. No one can tell me, as a proven fact, mermaids don’t exist. So I choose to believe. Everyone must believe in something, so why not? We are confined only by the walls we build ourselves. Call me crazy if you must, but mermaids do not lose sleep over the opinion of shrimp.
Movies like “Splash” and “The Little Mermaid” made a mark on girls of my generation. Doesn’t every little girl dream of being a mermaid? Of having salt water running through her veins? Isn’t it better, down where it’s wetter? If there is magic on this planet, it must be contained in water. The ocean is home. Have I dreamt I am a mermaid, or am I a mermaid dreaming I am me? If it’s the former, then I have to admit…kinda pissed about not being a mermaid.
Write your secrets in the sand and trust them with a mermaid…
advice from a mermaid:
~get your tail to the beach~
*don’t get tide down*
-be shore of yourself-
~always sea life’s beauty~
*come out of your shell*
-take time to coast-
‘keep the beach clean, it’s my home sweet home’
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.