Three plus months have passed here in Costa Rica. When we started this move-journey back in October of 2017, I had posted some funny, quirky things about being a “newcomer” to living here. Although we’ve been visiting here, for now, ten years, after moving, things shake up a bit and things are still shaking, (Hello earthquakes) but we have also settled into such a flow and rhythm. A great dance between flora, fauna, travel, visa trips, and the current between my hubs being back and forth to the States.
One of the most incredible things is our location. It was the very first place we visited in 2008. After deliberating about the Caribbean side, we decided on the Pacific with visits to the Caribbean. It’s a quick, easy drive from one side to the other. BEST decision ever! Stumbling on this little surfing and fishing village wasn’t by accident, and we know that. Divine intervention, thank you! The term “it takes a village” comes to life here. The most amazing people surround me. And WOMEN! Pioneers of this area that have lived here 25-30 years, who solo, came here to make a new life, raise their kids and really, KICK ASS! They are artists, yogis, restaurant and business owners. They are lovers of nature and others. They are bold and courageous and inspiring. It’s like I am being raised again, by these nurturing, dauntless, confident women. Our independence bonded us, and I found it funny, that although the fact that I am happily married, I too chose to stay here alone on our very first trip here ten years ago, with our kids, when my hubs had to go back for work. Fast forward, and he is traveling, and I am communing with these life-givers, some of whom are married now, but with starts and stories from here, which ignite your soul.
So here some the funnies :
You do get used to the bugs. Ok, not all, but I do have an incredible Golden Orb spider living near my laundry line outside who is just spectacular. Look them up, they are remarkable.
We do laundry like the old days. Wash in the washing machine and dry (we do have a dryer) on the clothesline. It smells terrific and dries in about 10 minutes. Gracias al sol!
I still and will forever have to sweep sand from my house on an ongoing basis. All. The. Days.
I still and will forever have a sea-soaked, sand filled, stinky dog. All. The. Days.
Getting used to dish soap that is a paste instead of liquid.
We have reached Pro level at our consumption of avocados……really all fresh fruits in general.
Everyone has “a guy” as in “I have a guy to take you to buy a car, a guy to fix things, a guy for fishing, a guy to take you to the airport.” The list goes on. Having “a guy” here is GOLD!
Two words: Lizano Salsa.
The best “OxyClean” you could ever buy looks like a giant, blue bar of soap. Lather up the stains and allow it to soak. Better than bleach too!
Being grateful that it takes 6 hours (yes) to open a bank account here because the bank is air-conditioned. And a BONUS that we were able to open it without letters of reference or someone coming along with us to “vouch” for us was a miracle. We got the nice bank teller that day!
When you buy a car, and the attorney and the insurance guy meet you at the dealer to fill out your documents.
When you’re doing yoga and a big fat iguana walks right down the center through practice.
People never come to the front door. They stand outside your gate and yell for you. You greet them and allow them through.
We keep our compost in the freezer in a soup pot.
The impromptu gathering of friends as you or they stroll by for a sunset walk, and you’re sitting outside, that results in drinks and a dinner date or morning coffee and a lot of laughter from your previous night of howling at the moon together!
Smack talkin’ friends that result in a surf competition, including judges, that draw a crowd and is the talk of the village on an early, sleepy Sunday morning.
Taking your sea-soaked dog to breakfast, to lunch, to dinner, to the supermercado, and to the bar.
Raccoons. In the house. (Yes)
Carrots. I actually think they need another mention, a round of applause and a standing O.
Belly-laughing when someone mentions Coatimundi.
It’s simple; it’s slow, it’s uncomplicated and couldn’t be more perfect.