We’ve had two Spanish lessons so far and have signed up for 3 days/week. It’s going to be a long, slow process but we’ve taken the first step. Our Spanish teacher is named Sarah and is just a 10-minute walk down the beach from our house. She also runs a bed & breakfast, and an Oregon couple on their honeymoon was just checking in as we were leaving class today. We continue to be surprised at what a small world this is. We managed to watch the Duck game on Saturday at Arriba, and even ran into a few fellow Duck fans from Oregon. The many beers we consumed may have helped to numb the pain we felt, watching our defense struggle. But no matter how the Ducks are playing, we are always proud to be from Oregon.
Last Monday we got up early and drove to the huge waterfall, near Liberia, called Llanos de Cortes. It was the most incredible waterfall I’ve ever seen. The water was so nice, cool & refreshing. You can swim in the big pool at the bottom of the falls, and walk up behind the falls and stand on the rocks. We also found a hidden smaller waterfall where you can jump off the rocks into the pool, and swim into a cave. We had such an amazing day. This was one of our favorite Costa Rica experiences. It’s about a 2 hour drive from Samara, so a doable day trip, and we plan to take all family & friends who come to visit us. The waterfall will only be an hour away from the house we rented in Playa del Coco for the month of November, so I’m sure we’ll take advantage of being closer and go as much as we can.
On the way to the waterfall we were stopped for about 30 minutes while an accident was cleared from the road. Apparently a BMW was driving way too fast and hit a motorcycle head-on and it did not end well for the motorcyclist. You’d think that would make everyone drive a little safer after witnessing that horrific scene, but as soon as we finally started moving we saw two near head-on collisions as impatient drivers tried to pass other drivers on blind corners. Moral of this story: Andy’s never getting a motorcycle while we’re in Costa Rica.
We were running low on coconuts so we took another day trip to San Miguel. It’s about an hour and 30 minutes away and is a beach notorious for being absolutely deserted, and for having many low-hanging coconut trees. We’ve been there twice and have yet to see another person on this beach. We cut down a bunch of coconuts and stocked our car. After researching the health benefits of drinking fresh coconut water, we’ve decided to drink it daily. Sophie, too. I even learned how to cut them open with our machete by myself, without cutting my hand off (very proud moment for me). We always keep a couple in the fridge, ready to be cut open after our morning beach walks.
San Miguel is a very special beach. We found so many huge, whole sand dollars. They litter the beach here. We also found many beautiful, colorful shells. Andy is in the process of making me a necklace rack, made out of shells, glued onto a piece of driftwood. How creative! I’ll cherish it for life.
The power goes out here for a few seconds at a time, multiple times each day. No biggie, it always comes right back on. I always say as long as it doesn’t go off at night, I can handle it. (No A/C and no fan at night is just not going to work for me). And of course, it finally happened! The power was out most of the night, and it was impossible to sleep. I need airflow. Hopefully that won’t happen too often. And good thing I have plenty of time for afternoon naps these days. I do think afternoon naps should be mandatory for all adults.
We’ve had a few people show up outside our fence, trying to sell us things. And the other day we had some Jehova’s Witnesses show up (speaking English). Am I really the only person who hides when Jehova’s Witnesses knock on your door? It’s just a natural reflex, I can’t help it. I really dislike when people knock on my door, trying to sell me stuff, especially religion. (Where is my No Soliciting sign when I need it? Maybe I need to make some in Spanish. Then I can knock on people’s doors and sell them No Soliciting signs). By the way, have you ever noticed that Jehova’s Witnesses don’t celebrate Halloween? Apparently they don’t like people knocking on their doors and asking them for things…
We went to Lo Que Hay the other night for a few beers & to watch the sunset on the beach. We met some more great new friends and made plans to check out a nearby beach we haven’t been to yet. If you’re ever in Samara, you have to spend some time at Lo Que Hay. It’s our favorite bar in this town. The vibes are awesome, the prices are great, & the view is spectacular.
Sophie met a 13-year old wiener dog on our beach walk yesterday. The Pura Vida life seemed to agree with him, as he did not look his age. Must be the coconut water. Even the dogs here are all Pura Vida’d out. They lounge on the beach, they hang out in the ocean, they play with each other, they nap at your feet. There is no aggression, no alpha dog, no anger, no fighting. Just Pura Vida. This country has a way of getting inside the veins of every living being that inhabits it.
Samara is one of the most laid-back towns on the planet. I’ve heard many people say this in the last few weeks. It just has such a mellow vibe. No one is ever in a hurry, nobody’s stressed, no frowns, no worries. Samara is unique, in that the locals and ex-pats all exist together, there is no dividing line. That is pretty rare for Costa Rica, I’ve been told. Here everyone accepts everyone else. It’s all One Love. We have definitely found our place in this country, and this wonderful, laid-back Bohemian town is really starting to feel like home. Pura Vida!
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.