Full moon is always an opportunity to ponder the events of the past month. A lot has happened these last weeks. I laughed and cried. Loved and lost. Lived and learned. Returned to Los Angeles after three months in Central America. Met old friends and made new ones. Bumped into my old self and embraced a new me. Continue reading
I’m sitting in the airport in San José, ready to fly back to Los Angeles in an hour. After every trip I get amazed about how fast time can go… Coming back to Costa Rica made me think a lot about my trip here two years ago and all the things that have happened since then. Continue reading
It’s been little over two weeks since I arrived at Vida Asana and I feel like there’s already too much stories to tell. I found this place on the worldwide web looking for volunteer possibilities in February. It caught my attention since it seemed to be combining many things I am passionate about: yoga, surf, healthy organic food and permaculture in an ecolodge near Playa Hermosa, Jacó. Sounds pretty amazing right? Well, it is. Continue reading
Two years ago, Puerto Viejo was the first place I visited in Costa Rica. I ended up spending half of my time here, happily trapped in the vortex of this Caribbean beach town. Serendipity brought me to Finca Inti, where I got my first permaculture experience while volunteering there for almost a month. Continue reading
Since I left Ometepe in Nicaragua I’ve been on the move quite a lot. Jelena – an amazing woman from Croatia I met in Sri Lanka this year – and I continued traveling through Nicaragua together. We went from Ometepe to San Juan del Sur, where we tried escaping from the tourist party crowd going to beautiful Playa Maderas and eating in tiny local ‘sodas’.
Day three in San José. I didn’t expect to still be here, but it’s been a good reminder to not expect things to always go smoothly – especially not in Central America.
Sunday morning, I arrived in San José with $1 cash and no access to my credit card… I called the bank first thing Monday morning, they told me I should be able to withdraw money by the next day. So I decided to wait and postpone my trip to Nicaragua, even though I really had itchy feet.
I’ve been traveling for over three years now and still haven’t got used to taking off and saying goodbyes. It freaks me out every single time. I guess it’s always scary to step out of that comfort zone again, no matter how much it expanded already these last years.
So yes, leaving LA after three months was kinda hard. But it’s no real goodbye, only so long…
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