We touched down in San Jose at 2:00 PM after a bumpy approach and shaky landing. Another hour through immigration and customs, 45 minutes hunting for our shuttle and a three hour drive from San Jose to Quepos; we finally arrived at our hotel just in time to watch the sun slip behind the horizon. An exhausting day made worthwhile by the jaw dropping panoramic views from the hotel.
So, why Costa Rica? The short answer, sloths. The longer answer, we wanted to go somewhere different and pickup another passport stamp. Besides one weekend in New Hampshire two years ago, I can’t remember the last time Frankie and I just sat on a beach. Enter Costa Rica.
My biggest takeaway from this place is how it forced me out of my comfort zone. I’m a cautious person (understatement of the year) but I tried as best I could to get out of my head for six days. We rode zip lines, climbed trees, stood three feet from the second most venous snake in Costa Rica, repelled from treetops, met new people, drank cervezas on the beach and built our days around watching the sunset. I’ve never felt more at peace.
And by the end of the week I had seen six sloths. Mission accomplished. Pura Vida.