White-faced monkey sex
On our recent trip to the secret tidal pools of Carrillo we also took my mom to what we call “lookout point”. A random stop on a jungle road, we take a trail that leads down to dramatic rock cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean. At the very edge of the lookout point you are nearly surrounded by ocean. Standing on this cliff, overlooking the edge of the world, enveloped by the endless sea...I feel like Leonardo Dicaprio in Titanic, and I have to stop myself from shouting that I am the king of the world.
As we get back to the car we notice a family of monkeys in the treetops above us. Upon closer inspection we see they are white-faced monkeys, or capucin monkeys, which seems to be a rare sighting in Samara, as we’ve never seen them in this area.
Capucin monkeys are known to be one of the most intelligent species of monkeys in the world. They are smaller (and much quieter) than the howler monkeys that act as our 4am alarm clock each morning. Andy grabs our camera and fires away as they swing from the limbs, inspecting us and munching on leaves. He points out two monkeys cuddled together in a tree and snaps away on the camera. He tells me they were just hugging, but upon closer inspection of our photos…I think it’s safe to say we captured some accidental monkey porn...
It’s a Dog’s Life…
(You know you’re an animal lover when you see a dog and your first instinct is to say hi to it, and when you see a person your first instinct is to think how do I make it go away?)
One of my favorite things about Samara is all the roaming beach dogs. In a small town like this you get to know the local animals as quickly as you get to know the human residents. We have nicknames for all the regulars and when Andy or I come back from a lone beach walk we always ask “did you see any dogs you know”? My personal favorite is “Tripod”. A sweet soul of a black lab, with only three legs and a graying snout. He hobbles up and down the line of beach bars each afternoon, looking for anyone who is willing to share their meal. He may be one of Samara’s most famous residents. He is well-fed and has a nice owner, but the dogs in Samara roam freely around the town and come home when they please.
I also love “Snaggletooth”, the small tan and white dog that explores the beach of Carrillo each day. He has an underbite and a snaggletooth that sticks out. He is very sweet and friendly, sometimes a little too friendly when he tries to hump someone’s leg, but we’re always happy to see him.
“The Wieners” are another crowd favorite. Sophie has some competition in the cute weenie department. We love to watch this pair of long dogs waddling around town. Nothing is cuter than two little dick-shaped-dogs playing in the surf at sunset.
But not every dog we see regularly and nickname is all pura vida. There is the dreaded “Loco-Muzzle-Dog”, who runs around with a big muzzle on his face and an even bigger attitude. He chases and terrorizes people and dogs, pausing only to try to rip the muzzle from his face. He’s the reason we prefer to walk the beach with a machete. And we can’t forget the gang of “Murderous Mastiffs”. They have been involved in multiple attacks, from what we’ve heard, and we always try to avoid them if possible (although for the record they are very cute and seem to be nice to most people).
We recently completed our 2nd border run to Nicaragua to renew our passport stamps. Every 90 days we have to exit the country and then re-enter, to renew our travel visas. On our way to the border we dropped off my mom at the airport in Liberia. Thanks for everything mom, we miss you already! Hope you’re staying warm and come back soon! Te Amo Mucho!!!
Our friends Eric and Kalen came with us again and this time our sailing was not so smooth. As we were waiting in a long line to get back into Costa Rica, the power went out and all computers were down. We stood in a stagnant non-moving line for over 3 hours. Eventually we made it back through and happened to meet a very nice girl named Magy, from Switzerland originally. She was crossing from Nicaragua and heading to Santa Teresa, in Costa Rica, to surf. Her iphone was stolen at the border crossing so she approached us asking where to catch a bus. We offered her a ride to Samara, which is a few hours from where she was trying to go, and we managed to tie her surfboard to the top of our forerunner. We listened to her many interesting travel stories on our drive home and then dropped her off at a beach hostel. Safe travels Magy, enjoy Costa Rica!
I’m so happy to have my special friend Angi visiting us in Samara right now. She’s been here for a few days and is already in love with this unique piece of Earth. Angi is a fish (literally, she’s a Pisces) and could spend all day, every day, swimming in the ocean. The wildlife has already put on a good show for her as she’s witnessed frantic parakeet sex in a tree, a possible tarantula sighting, a gang of white-throated magpie jays, and a baby scorpion, all in her first couple of days.
We have many adventures planned during her trip, from cave spelunking to full moon goddess circles to exploring secret, hidden beaches and tidal pools, and who knows what else life will bring our way. As we show our loved ones the things we love most about Costa Rica, we are constantly reminded of why we chose to move here in the first place and go on this life adventure. Life is either a daring adventure, or nothing. You either die with dreams, or with memories. This decision to really live life for the first time will never be regretted. Some days it’s hard and scary. But every single moment is an adventure and each adventure is a part of our story in this chapter our lives.
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.