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Pura Vida!

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Elizabeth could feel wind blowing on her face through the car window. Rocinante was cruising faster than 20 mph for once in a long time! Not only were the roads paved, but there were lines painted for lanes and reflectors on the shoulder. There was a shoulder! Rocinante was happy; Braden and Elizabeth were happy. Mexigonia had reached Costa Rica.

Restricted by an arranged flight back to the United States from Panama, Elizabeth and Braden could not spend much time in this wonderful country, but they did manage to experience Costa Rica’s pura vida lifestyle in that short period. They arrived in Jaco, a beach town on the Pacific coast. Filled with tour companies, souvenir shops, and impressive hotels, Jaco is a tourist attraction for many from in and outside the country. The cost of living for a tourist was commensurate with the volume of visitors, and therefore, beyond Mexigonia’s budget. Luckily, Braden and Elizabeth found a campsite near the beach where they spent the night with other travelers, iguanas, and the sound of the waves.

“Esta ola es tuya,” Sebastian told Elizabeth as she awaited “her wave” and prepared to stand up on the surfboard. Braden had been surfing before, but this was Elizabeth’s first time. Stubborn and cheap, Elizabeth rented a board without a lesson and soon realized that she could not even get past the breaking waves on her own. She walked back to shore,

beaten up by the crashing waves and was convinced she’d never surf. That’s when Sebastian approached and persuaded her to buy a lesson. After many failed attempts, and a crash course in Spanish surfer lingo, Elizabeth finally stood up on the board and surfed for the first time!

Other waves were not so welcome, however, such as the one that capsized Elizabeth and Braden’s kayak after a beautiful excursion at sunset. The ocean quickly swallowed Braden’s glasses and flip-flops, and the kayak left Elizabeth with a lump on her head. They formed a search party, complete with flashlights and a blind and barefoot Braden. The flip-flops washed ashore, but the glasses will belong to the Pacific forever.

Reluctantly, Braden and Elizabeth packed up their tent and said goodbye to their iguana neighbors. They got back on the Pan American highway and enjoyed paved highways all the way to the border.

Last Updated on Thursday, 14 January 2010 02:55