After taking the last 6 weeks off from blogging to move from Costa Rica back to Oregon, I have a lot of updates as we close one significant chapter of our lives and begin a new one. Having no wifi our last few weeks in Costa Rica turned out to be a blessing, allowing us to be completely unplugged and immersed in the rugged nature enveloping us. (The only thing more addicting than being on Facebook, is NOT being on Facebook.)
Once we purchased our plane tickets home and our days became numbered, time seemed to melt, slipping manically and away from us, as if it were being sucked into a high-powered vacuum.
Spending our last 2 weeks at a beach house in Playa Hermosa (thanks Seth!), watching the sun melt into the ocean, and sunset cruising around Manuel Antonio (thanks Bill & JoAnne!), and snorkeling at Cano Island with some special amigos (thanks Jeff, Lindsay, Kellan, Randy, Bill and JoAnne!) and soaking up the sun at our favorite beaches, and bouncing around between our hammocks and going away parties (thanks Cheryl, Jimmy, Don, OMV and all our friends who came out to see us off), it was a whirlwind finale of Costa Rica's greatest hits and we are still processing the pure epic-ness of it all.
Almost two years after boarding the plane, with one-way tickets, to Costa Rica, we found ourselves headed back to the airport (thanks Bill & Lisa!) for our one-way flights back to Oregon.
Before we knew it we were walking out of PDX and into the beautiful, but freezing, state of Oregon. Plucked from Mother Nature's jungle, and dropped straight into God's country. From the land of warm oceans and cold showers, to the land of warm showers and cold oceans.
As we move our lives from one extreme to another, you would think the differences of each place would be magnified. But instead the similarities are most shocking. Driving through my small hometown in Oregon everyone waves as they pass, just like in Costa Rica.
There are no traffic jams, no stop lights, no hurries and no worries. We have no cable TV, or smart phones, or even a dishwasher, just like in Costa Rica. Less house, more home. We will wash our dishes by hand, and we won't waste hours in front of the television being brainwashed, or get sucked into our phones, missing the surreal beauty that surrounds us.
Life here is simple, peaceful, pure. Literally pura vida. And so we continue living la pura vida.
Jungle Andres has morphed into Farmer Andy. I'm pretty sure driving a tractor is every boy's dream job. And yes, I think his tractor is sexy.
And when rolling on a tractor, one must take an obligatory tractor selfie:
You can take us out of Costa Rica, but you can never take Costa Rica out of us...as you can see from our colorful indoor hammock. We are starting a new trend and keeping the pura vida spirit alive one hammock session at a time. So we shall never forget the beautiful art of doing nothing.
Swinging in our rainbow hammock, with Bob Marley whispering that every little thing is gonna be alright, and with the heat cranked...I can almost close my eyes and be back in Costa Rica. I keep reminding myself that vacation is a state of mind.
But with this breath-taking view of an ethereal snow-covered Mt. Hood from our window, we are slowly processing the fact that we are no longer in Costa Rica, and that we have simply traded one beautiful life for another.
Now that we are back home everyone asks what it feels like, and if it feels strange. But it doesn't. It feels normal. It feels familiar, like deja vu. Coming home, after being away, helps you to see your home with new eyes, and I don't think we could have chosen a more spectacular corner of the earth to come home to.
I want to say a special thanks to everyone who has supported us along our loco, gypsy travels. Our parents and families, who backed us up even when they may have thought we lost our minds. Thanks to our friends, old ones and new.
The beaches and animals of Costa Rica are surreal and mind-blowing, but what will change our lives the most are the people we met along our journey. Costa Rica is a land of pockets, containing some of our favorite people, our favorite stories, our favorite neighbors, who have all become our chosen family. We look forward to introducing each of them to the wild Pacific Northwest someday, and we also look forward to being called on whenever they need a reliable Costa Rica house-sitter.
And thanks to everyone who has been so supportive of my blog, all those who have been passengers on our journey through my words. Thanks to those who encourage me to stick with it and keep blogging. I have an ever-growing list of Costa Rica blogs I have yet to write, so I will continue to blog about our pura vida paradise, while transitioning into also blogging about local adventures around the Pacific Northwest.
Leaving home, and coming back, helps us realize that home is not a place. It is a feeling, a smell, the familiar taste of the air. From Oregon to Costa Rica, from Costa Rica to Oregon. Arguably two of the most spectacularly beautiful places on the planet.
And how lucky are we that we now get to call both our homes.
Peace. Gracias. OneLove. Pura Vida. Namaste.
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.