When I first arrived in Costa Rica two weeks ago, I compared nearly everything to our experience in the Dominican Republic and it just didn’t measure up. It rains here religiously every afternoon, the ticos have a different Spanish slang and pronunciation, and the beaches that I visited weren’t as nice as Abreu. I partly ignored the natural beauty and abundance of fresh fruit in Costa Rica because I wished that I was back in the DR.
While I still haven’t found any clothing-optional / nudity-friendly parts of Costa Rica (a state of being that started to feel like a right!), I am starting to come around on this country. My camp staff flew in this afternoon, my trip members arrive tomorrow morning and it’s going to be a great month of adventure travel, Spanish language learning and service in Costa Rica. And if Jay and I still miss the DR, we can always return there for a month or two this winter. Now that I can say it like I mean it: pura vida!
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