Puerto Escondido

Catching Up

Man you've missed a lot!

Friday, January 6, 2017

So, it's been a very long time since we last wrote a blog! Sorry for taking some time off, but man things have been a bit crazy from the last time we wrote, and a lot has gone down: tattoos, Zika, a wedding, and lots more. It's a bit long, so bear with me...haha!

Let me just start by wrapping up our time in Puerto. As our lease ended at Casa Mocha, and our time in Luxury was coming to an end, Nick and I had to decide what to do next. Were we to stay in the town we had grown to know so well, or were we to venture on and find something new. A big thing to mention is that Nick got Dengue, and as I mentioned before, we both got Zika. This really put damper on things to say the least, and had some weight in our discussions on where to live.

After much deliberation, we decided that we wanted to go home early and surprise Nick's brother Alpo. Since his birthday was in late July and we had some time to kill before then, we thought we'd check out a place called Troncones, which was located just North of Zihautanejo. Our trip there was booked only for a week, so we hoped that it would be enough time to see what it was all about. We loved Puerto and I cried when we left, but it was time to move on.

Our time spent in Zihuat/Ixtapa/Troncones was the best that we had experienced throughout our whole trip! The place was ridiculously beautiful, and the people were amazing. In one week we were taken to an electronic show, a death metal show, a bikers convention, stayed in a place with an infinity pool, and met some bad-ass people. While we were cruising around towards the end of our trip, I looked at Nick and said "Holy shit, I think this is it". Nick immediately agreed. It was definitely something to think about...

But alas our trip was short, and we were about to go back to Cali to surprise the shit out of everyone! No one knew we were coming accept for my dad and my stepmom Kev, as they were picking us up from LAX. After much planning, we pulled our secret off masterfully; my mom didn't expect a thing when we just showed up randomly, along with Nick's entire family at his brother's birthday....it was beautiful...lol.

Over the next couple of months back home, we were hit with both fun and difficult situations; our lives were thrown into a whirlwind of crazy from the word go. Right off the bat, poor Kev got struck with West Nile virus and meningitis, out of all fucking things, and went into a coma. So, Nick and I rushed to Vegas for a week to watch her dogs while she was in the hospital. It was so terrifying being away, when you think you'll never see someone again. We prayed every night for her recovery, and wondered how the heck something like this could happen right after we got back??

After our relief had come in Vegas, we drove to HB to stay with Kev while she was in rehab at the hospital. It was the hardest thing I had ever gone through, watching this poor woman trying to regain all of her functioning again; I was a total mess. It definitely shook our whole family, going through something that gnarly, and it changed our lives permanently.

After we were certain that she was getting better, we were off to watching one house after the next back home; we must have moved about 8 times, living on all of our family's couches. To say the least, it was totally hard. However, we did get a lot of time in with family/friends and it was a great way to catch up. We'd been gone for 5 months, so there was a lot to go over.

Side story: I'm going to be completely honest about Nick and during all of this time; we were having major difficulties as a couple, and everything seemed to be falling out of place with us. We fought more than ever, we were distant, we had no bonding time, and I was basically falling apart from it. When you spend almost three months in other people's houses as a newly married couple, it's fucking hard! We had gone from a tight/secure little unit where we shared and did everything together, to disoriented blur. Dark things were coming out on both sides of us, and it was not pretty at times. I eventually had enough, and planned a camping trip for us to regroup and get away for a bit. It sort of helped, but it was going to take a lot more than that to get us back on track.

At the end of it all, Nick's sister Stefie was getting married, and we were both in the wedding. This meant bachelor/bachelorette parties, lots of drinking, lots of planning, lots of craziness, and lots of fun. The whole thing came flying by like a tornado, but it was totally worth all of the excitement. The wedding was amazing, and we all had a great time. It was a special moment for all of us to be together for, as we had been anticipating it forever. Stefie and her new husband Snic never looked so happy.

After the wedding, things were calm again and the storm had passed; it was time for Nick and I to figure out what the heck we were gonna do. We both knew that we were not ready to be back home, and longed for our tranquility again. It was nice being home with family once again, but man was it a challenge for us. Troncones was always on our mind, and it was the only thing that both of us could agree on for our future, so we booked our tickets and decided to go back. It was a hard decision for everyone to swallow, as no one thought we would leave again. All of our family members were as solemn as ever, but what could we do?

This was us...this was who we were and who we still are...at least for some time. We might probably end up back home some day, but for now it just isn't in the cards. Our souls long for change, and our hearts still yearn for enlightenment. During our 5 months away, we learned more about ourselves than we ever thought, and we were not done. So we said our tearful goodbyes, and set off again to try our fate in the little town of Troncones.

See what happens in our next blog after we arrive back in Mex! Coming soon...

Puerto Big Wave Challenge Weekend

First stop on the 2016 ASP Big Wave World Tour: Puerto Escondido!

Friday, June 24, 2016

The much anticipated weekend of fireworks came in fast with people filling the streets all week long ready for some crazy surfers surfing some crazy waves. The night before the contest started, we were blasted by a huge storm walking down to see the sunset and ran quickly for cover downtown at a Restaurant we have't been to yet called "Sativa". There we witnessed the biggest storm of the year so far, lightning pounding all around us, thunder shaking tables and everyone's drink, and rain flooding through the streets like rivers. It was an amazing site and we were super happy to be under shelter. We sat down for tacos right next to a couple surfers and I quickly noticed I was sitting right next to Strider Wasilewski, a retired professional surfer and commentator for the big wave world tour event. Cboo and I quickly started conversations about the structure of the surf event happening in the morning, the surf in Puerto back in the 80's and 90's, and a grip of other interesting things about these surfers who have traveled around the world since they were grommets (young surfers). We shared some laughs, fish tacos, and tequila toasts for the upcoming swell in the morning.
The next day you could here the surf throughout the whole town it was so big. We scattered quickly down the beach to see a huge scene of people, cars, electronic equipment, policia, and 6 surfers out in the lineup. The waves were better down on the south end of the beach so we just parked it and watched the action. It was difficult to know the scores, which surfer was in what color jersey, and where the best waves were. It made it all the more fun because you had no idea what to expect on every wave. There was little consistency on both days of the contest with the shape of the waves. Some sets were completely closed out, while others sets broke down the beach, and then their would be cleanup sets where all the surfers would barely make it through or over the 30 foot walls of water coming towards them. Their was an amazing amount of water safety and help throughout the ocean, I counted at-least 10 jet ski's in the water patrolling every inch of a crash or a surfer needing a tow back out to the lineup. Many times it was impossible to paddle out without the jet ski assist. The surfers caught plenty of waves because the heats lasted i believe, 75 minutes long, which meant you can easily find a huge wave before the horn blows.
The first day was 24 big wave surfers in 4 heats, the next day had 3 heats with 12 surfers left; 2 semi-final heats and one final heat at the end. The second day we watched a spectacular final with by far the best surfers of the whole event. Every surfer was taking off on huge 30 foot walls of water to find the best score, there was little doubt of fear in the lineup because every surfers was fully committed to not only win the event and a $30,000 but to be on the top of the rankings for the start of the year.
At the end we saw the title go to Grant "Twiggy" Baker, a South African 2x Maverick's champ take home first place. He came on to the contest as an injury wild card replacement and decided to steal the whole show with a ten point ride in the Final (pictures below!) Congrats to Twiggy and to all these guys for putting on an amazing show and risking their lives in some of the biggest surf I've ever witnessed. No one was hurt or injured and In my eyes I feel like they all won something here in Puerto Escondido!

In cased you missed anything feel free to watch the event here:


Day 45 - Burned Out in Huatulco

Our last place to visit before settling down.

Thursday, April 14, 2016

After our night in the palapa at Zipolite, Nick and I got up early to head down to Hualtuco, which was the last stop on our 3 day journey in southern Oaxaca. We set off on foot towards the next little town over called Puerto Angel; we needed to make it back to he main highway, and it was the only place that had transportation. Puerto Angel was a small little fishing village, and had little to no tourists, but it was easy to navigate through, as there was only one main street.

After hitching a ride on another collectivo, we were dropped off on the main highway again with nothing around us. We sat nervously at a make-shift barricade looking structure, hoping to find a bus to Hualtuco. Eventually, one came by after waiting a good 20 minutes, and we were crammed in the back like sardines. I couldn't handle it; I started to get a little claustrophobic, but luckily it was only an hour drive!

I had been to Hualtuco when I was a kid, but had no memory of what the town was like; this made it hard to know where the hell we were going. All I knew, is that it had probably changed as much as Playa Del Carmen had; 20 years away from a place can really do wonders.

When we arrived to a town called La Crucecita, we were dropped off on a random corner, and were hoping it was our destination. Nick and I were starving, so we decided to eat at a little taco joint close by. The guy that ran the place was awesome, and told us where to go. While we ate, we admired his baby parquet that sat perched on a basket, in the back of the restaurant. After slamming down our food, and taking some pictures with the tiny bird, we were off.

We walked for what seemed liked forever in the hot sun, bitching at each-other along the way about where to go. After getting lost a few times, we eventually found our hotel. It was the nicest thing we'd stayed in since Cancun, so we were totally stoked to have a pool and a bar again! However, Nick and I had traveled and walked so much, we didn't want to do jack shit. We didn't even care about seeing much of Hualtuco either, so we used the time to relax, and acted like honeymooners again. We lounged at the pool side, drank cocktails, swam around til we were prunes, and even found a shitty pool table to play on. It was so nice to just "be", I felt like we were kids again!

When we did manage to walk around to check out the scene, we made it quick; our bodies were burned, and we had little to no energy. The entire town was catered to tourists, as the streets and beaches were very clean. Everything in the coastal area was new looking and had little to no personality. We were only in a small portion of the city though, so we didn't get to see much of anything. Like Puerto Vallarta and Cancun, the hotels ran the beaches, so it was hard to see all of them. We weren't that impressed with what we had seen thus far, so we were over exploring. At this point, we were out of cash as well and needed to have enough money to get back. So we resigned to only handing back at our hotel for the night, using only our debit card.

Hualtuco was nothing but a resting place to us, and we barley got to see any of it; we didn't care though. It was time to head back to Puerto, and start living a life less traveled for a bit. We were so burned out, that we just wanted to be in a place that we could call home.

Day 43 - Hippie Town Mazunte

A day to unwind, catch up, and do nothing.

Tuesday, April 12, 2016

After Nick and I decided that we wanted to stay in Puerto, we realized that our lease would not start for 3 days. We had no hotels booked, and no where to stay, so we thought it would be fun to check out the southern beach towns of Oaxaca. Besides, we needed some celebration time for finding such a sweet place to land, after such a long trip. Since we were totally stoked on our first AirBnB experience with Angie, I decided to book a room in each town along the way down the coast.

Our first stop was going to be Mazunte; a place recommended to us by the locals, because it was supposed to be super mellow and beautiful. We decided to take minimal stuff this time, only taking our backpacks, as this trip would require a lot of walking. We were also warned that we'd have to take some collectivos as transportation, which were essentially pickup trucks with a canvas cover over the bed; not the best thing to be lugging around heavy bags in. Angie said that it was cool if we left our stuff at her place, so it worked out perfectly. Our biggest mistake was trying to figure out how much money to bring; since I had already paid for the rooms, we only brought a little bit of cash and our card. Later, this would turn out to be a huge miscalculation, and a big pain in the ass!

We set out on foot, early in the morning, walking down the streets of Puerto, trying to find the collectivo pickup spot. We had never been on one, nor did we know where they were. Eventually we heard a guy on a corner shouting "Mazunte", and a couple of other cities. We noticed that he was directing people towards a small bus, and we decided that this was way better than riding in the back of a truck. So, we paid him $3 each, got on, and hoped we'd find our way there.

Since we had been lost trying to find our way before, we were super careful of not letting that happen again; I took pictures on the iPad of the addresses from AirBnB, the step by step directions, the overview of the route, etc...etc. It was because of this, that I knew the bus was not going to us drop off, all the way into Mazunte; it had been traveling along the hwy, and the the road to the town split off toward the coast. I had no idea where to get off, or what we were going to do when we got there. Luckily, the bus driver stopped at our appropriate destination, and told us that we needed to get off.

We were dropped off in the middle of an empty highway, with only a few little small shacks, and an Oxxo convenient store. Nick asked around for rides from taxis, and they all shunned us off; none of them were heading in our direction. The only option left was go on foot, so we grabbed some hydration and started walking.

It didn't take long before we heard a honk, coming from behind us; to our surprise, it was the long awaited collectivo we'd heard so much about. We were totally stoked to be saved from the heat, and jumped in the back without question. It was, quite honestly, the funniest thing we'd been in so far. However, from that moment on, we started our long lasting relationship with the collectivos.

Nick and I finally arrived at Mazunte, and were greeted by dreaded hippies, and European expats walking along the roads. It seemed simple, quaint, and very safe; Nick joked that the town seemed like it was meant for beading and braiding hair. We were eagerly pointed in the way of our hostel, by a French girl selling bread in the street, as she told us to walk down to the beach, and turn right. It seemed simple enough, but when we arrived to the sand, there were no roads at all. We started walking along the beach, and eventually found our hostel, which was located right on the beach.

The hostel was very simple, and had an amazing view, as it was only steps away from the water. For most of the day, we played in the calm ocean cove, and Nick tried to teach me how to body surf; it was a concept that I could not grasp for the life of me. We also swam our butts off, and shared a small piece of snorkel gear to see some fish below. It seemed as though, the only thing to do there, was to hang out in the ocean or lay in a hammock. It was pretty romantic, simplicity at its best.

I guess that's why we Nick and I started talking about our future while we were there. Mazunte gave us a chance to clear our minds, and focus on each-other for a day. We went over the possibilities of when we'd have kids, what parents we'd be like, and what challenges we would face. Some of it brought up some uncomfortable issues for me, as I am a lot more scared of having children than Nick is; my childhood was not so stable, so it's hard for me to know how to correctly raise a human being. I voiced all of my phobias to him though, and he was very positive with had a great understanding to where I was coming from. I think that we came to some really great conclusions that day, because we both decided when we'd want to start our long awaited family.

Day 38 - Soaking Up the Culture in Oaxaca

When everything started making sense.

Thursday, April 7, 2016

On the morning of our flight to Mexico, we were groggy but totally stoked. The connecting flights on the way there were pretty awesome actually, as Nick and I celebrated with complementary Tequila drinks. We took a new airline this time, Interjet, and it was our favorite by far. It was time to get back into the Mexican lifestyle.

When we arrived in Mexico City to connect to our second flight, we were subjected to more Mexico customs. This time, all of our shit was searched through, and most of our food got confiscated. Nick also got written up for having hard boiled eggs in his suitcase, and we learned that they were the most dangerous things you could bring into the country. Who would've thought? But we both had a good buzz going at this point, so we were totally cool with whatever they threw at us.

The best part about arriving back into Mex, was the food. It was everywhere, and it was freaking cheap!! We were so excited to finally eat meals again, and celebrated every part of it. We couldn't get over the fact that a huge salad only costed $3. This alone, made us certain that we had made the right decision on where to go. It's amazing how much our mood changed, once we were nourished properly.

After arriving in Oaxaca, it quickly became our favorite "city", by far; It was such a beautiful area, and the people were very friendly. As you walked down the streets, no one tried to sell you anything, like they did in the tourist areas. The people were humble, and kept to themselves. The parks were filled with families, and the streets were very clean. It kind of felt like a place stolen from Europe, as all of the buildings were unique and classic looking. Nick and I roamed the streets for a while, and soaked up the culture. We gorged ourselves on more food, and kept getting excited over the thought of it all. It made me feel at peace just being there, and I had this gut intuition that this region was what we were looking for.

We also FINALLY bought me new luggage at a place called Coppel, because my "dead body" bag was not cutting it anymore. I couldn't even stand the thought of schlepping that thing around for another second. The new one that I bought for $40 was totally sweet, and I think it made Nick a little jealous. But still, it was time to prepare for our next journey, as we would have no car again, and would have to rely on taxis/buses. Mobility is crucial at this stage of traveling; I had learned this from earlier our journey in Mexico.

That night at our hotel, I presented Nick with some options on how to get to the coast from Oaxaca. The main issue, was that the beach was not easy to get to; there is a huge mountain range that blocks the pathway there. The cheapest and fastest method, was to take a $6 van, and trudge through the center of it. The only downside, was that it would take 6 hours to get across, and they warned that people always get car sick. Supposedly the drivers went fast, and never stopped along the way, but we were willing to try it out anyways; we were tough.

After our convo about the next day, and when Nick had passed out, I sat in bed thinking about how happy I was to be there. It was the first place that I had felt that in a long time. I couldn't really sleep that night, because the excitement was just to unbearable. This was uncharted territory for both of us, as neither had ever been to this part of the country before (Well, actually that's not true. I had been to Huatulco when I was about 12, but Club Med doesn't really count, because you never leave the premises). Despite our lack of familiarity, I felt safe and at ease for some reason. "We are in good hands", I thought to myself; something about heading to Puerto Escondido felt right. Occasionally I would look over at Nick, while he was sleeping, and I thought about how far we'd come together, and how close we had become. It was a nice feeling to have, and it allowed me to relax a bit.

Day 39 to 42 - Puerto Escondido Here We Come

The start of our anticipated trip to Puerto Escondido!

Friday, April 8, 2016

We woke up early on our long anticipated traveling day, to find out that we had a free breakfast waiting for us at our hotel. From there, we started walking 6 blocks down the street; C-Boo had a huge smile on here face, as she was finally rolling, and not dragging, her new luggage bag. We strolled up to an almost empty small van leaving, asking if we were headed for "Puerto Escondido". I gave the driver a thumbs up, threw our luggage in the back, and set off to what we hoped would be a great place to stay; at least longer than a week or two. The van ride was extremely long, but was filled with exciting new terrain throughout the entire trip. We clocked the ride at 6 1/2 hours, as the driver took a little bit longer than expected due to multiple stops; we were much happier anyways, because of the bathroom breaks, lunch, and the occasional candy for C-Boo/ cold beers for me : )... Once we arrived in Puerto, we paid the driver $12, jumped into a taxi for $1, and arrived at our Air BnB spote (Casa Marymas).

We were happily greeted by our soon-to-be friend, Angie; a nice, down to earth, Italian mom in her 30's. She was very kind/hospitable, and as happy as ever to help us out. She gave us a tour of her lovely home, and showed us our room (which had a/c and a nice deck with a view of the coastline). We spent the whole afternoon talking about the town, her lifestyle in Puerto Escondido, and tips/tricks on getting by there. W also learned that Angie was a surfer, a Spanish teacher, and a property manager for homes around the area. We were so thankful for her time and energy, and her willingness to help us out. We had already learned a considerable amount on our first day in Puerto Escondido.

During our 4 day stay at Angie's place, we really wanted to take full advantage of the area; we yearned to see the culture, beach life, and cost of living around the area. Our second day in Puerto was filled with many adventures/highlights; we decided that we wanted to take a walk across the whole town, and stop at selective stops along the way. La Punta, which was on the very southern tip of Puerto Escondido, would be our destination. It was about a 6 mile adventure through streets, beaches, and a fishing harbor.

We started our walk down to a cove called Playa Carrizalillo; this beach was beautiful all in itself. It was lined with beach cabanas, and was great for snorkeling. C-Boo loved it, because it was a great place to swim around and relax. It was very reminiscent of what we would assume Thailand would be like.

We had seen enough of Carrizalillo, so C-Boo and I jetted up the 200 sets of stairs that led back into the town, and walked to another inlet called Puerto Angelito. This cove was a little easier to access, and had many locals playing in the calm water. We took a couple pictures, and realized that it wasn't worth stopping at for long, so we kept going towards the next cove. After much walking, we soon found a cove called Manzanillo, which contained a stone walkway that connected to the next beach; Angie had spoken about this the day before, so we knew we were going the right direction.

After walking across the long stone path, we eventually hit the main section of Puerto Escondido. Zicatela (or people of the clouds), which is also referred to as "The Mexican Pipeline", is known for its huge powerful swells and perfect sandbars. As we walked the downtown strip, there were little to no tourists nearby (well, maybe there were a couple of Canadians). we did notice that there were many restaurants, surf shops, and souvenir stores along the way.

We stopped at a local restaurant nearby and decided to relax; we had lunch paired with a Margarita and a Screwdriver, while watching the small amount of people pass by. We were tired, but knew we were only half way to La Punta, so we filled our waters up and took off; this time walking on the beach the whole way there.

Eventually we arrived to the small hippie community, that reminded me of some of the towns in Costa Rica. The beach is also known for its left hand point break, and has many beginners spread along the rocky point. Becoming hot and tired, we took a taxi back to Angie's; when we arrived, she was just about to leave, and pick her daughter. She told us to jump in, so she could show us some of the houses for rent on the market.

Angie drove us to the central coast region of Puerto Escondido, and said she had an offer we couldn't resist. She introduced us to Casa Mocha, a nice collection of condominiums located just minutes from the beach. They had a pool, restaurant, and a bar; all of them were ran by an awesome guy named Luis. He had tenants split on 3 months of paid rent, in a room called "Las Estrellas" (the stars); it was half the price each month, because of the situation.

After our introduction to the room, the response was a "hell yeah!" It was four stories up, overlooked the whole coast, and was topped with a palapa for observing the sunset. Breakfast, cleaning, laundry, and a/c were added bonuses; C-Boo and I were totally stunned at our luck in finding this place. We were also ecstatic of the availability, appreciative of Angie/Luis, and happy to find a place for longer than a week. That night, Me and C-Boo talked it over in more detail: rent, location, prices, and safety. We came to the conclusion that we were happy to find a place to be landlocked for a while, and finally settle down.

The lease was going to start the following week (on April 15th), so we had quite a few days to blow before our big anticipated move. We traveled around more of the town for a couple of days; partying with Angie, checking out the scene, meeting mew people, working, and relaxing. It was an amazing time for both of us, as we got to know the area, and familiarized with the new town, in which we were about to live.

Our reservation at Angie's was coming to an end, so we decided to check out more of the Oaxaca region. We went back online to find new places to stay, and decided to travel by bus down to Huatulco; hitting small surfing towns along the way. Next on the plate, was Mazunte, Zipolite, and Puerto Angel.

Day 35 to 37 - Deciding to Leave Costa

The straw that broke the camel's back.

Monday, April 4, 2016

The events that occurred over a one day period, plus the mounting information that we had acquired, is what led us to the conclusion of leaving Costa Rica. We hadn't found a spot yet, and we were growing weary of the country. Our only hope, was to meet with a company that had offered me a position at their web design company. We thought that if we liked what she had to say, and the job looked great, then we would try hard to find a place. If not, then we had some thinking to do, about where to go next.

Nick and I woke up early in the morning, to jet over to Liberia for an interview; I had been contacting a company, Unidad22, for over 5 months, and this was the day that I would finally meet them. Our drive was not too bad, but once we were in the city, all hell broke loose. We forgot to charge our iPad, and it had the directions to the office on it. As we were driving around, the battery died and we had no way to find the place. Then we tried to use the GPS, but it was such a piece of shit, that it barely found anything. So our next idea, was to find a place with WiFi, and charge the iPad again. We drove around, for what seemed like forever; dodging cars left and right, as the streets had not lights or stop signs. We started to panic, as we had one close call after another. The drivers did not care about anything, and some of the streets decided to become one way all of a sudden. It was CHAOS!!

Nick finally had enough, and decided to pull into McDonalds, our least favorite place in the world. We needed to eat too, because we were starting to snap at each other, from lack of food and stress. We were supposed to meet a girl from the company in 10 minutes, so I was starting to freak. As Nick ordered some really gross looking breakfast, I charged the pad, and tried to write the directions down. None of this made any difference; because the streets had no signs or names. We spent another 45 minutes driving around, looking for the damn office. Needless to say, I was going to be very late for my meeting. We finally threw in the towel, and had to go back to McDonalds, again, to charge the iPad and email the girl to let her know where we were. We were so over Liberia at this point, I was prepared to tell her to fuck off, but we'd gone too far. Instead, I told her to meet us at our hotel, and we could talk at the restaurant there.

We arrived at our hotel, which was in the middle of the city; it soon became our bunker, that protected us from the outside world. Hotel Liberia was actually quite nice, with had a pretty patio area, and a nice restaurant; we were stoked to be in solitude, at such a crazy place. While we were waiting for the girl to arrive, Nick and I talked about our plans. We had spent an ungodly amount of money in Costa Rica, and had not liked any of it enough to stay. We went over places online, and I frantically looked at plane tickets. We were really interested in going back to Mexico, because of the vibe, and the prices; I was somehow drawn to Puerto Escondido, but knew nothing about it. As I was researching, the chick from the office finally showed up, and I put our plans on hold. Was she going to have an offer that I couldn't refuse?

After talking with her for almost an hour, I found out that it was exactly the opposite. She was a really nice person, but the wages/hours were ridiculous, and I would've had to work in Liberia. She also told me how hard it was for her to live there after 20 years, and how she still had to do border runs. She also told me about buying houses, and how the mortgages were impossible to get. By the end of the meeting, I was done; it was time to get the heck out of there. I relayed what I heard to Nick, and he was over it too, so I spontaneously bought our tickets to Mexico. We were both filled with nerves and excitement, but we cheersed to leaving and booked our rooms back in Alajuela; it was time to revisit our friends at Cortez Azul.

We stayed in Alajuela for two nights, and got ready for our next trip: returning our car in early, returning our GPS, and taping up our luggage that had gotten destroyed from traveling. It was a lot better being there the second time, because we knew we were leaving. On the night before our flight, we bought our last bottle of Guaro, and said goodbye to Costa Rica. It was such an exciting thing, to know that we would back in the land of cheap everything again.

I have to say: Costa Rica had it's ups and downs, as did Nick and I. However, we really stuck together through some difficult shit, and made it through. I think that the experience was good for us, because it was a time for a lot of self-analyzing, and it helped us figure out what we wanted. I'm lucky to have a husband that is aligned with me, in what we are looking for. There were times when I doubted if we were going to agree on anything, but we eventually did. I don't know why we were so excited to leave the place that everyone loves; it made me question myself a few times. Yet, I know we made the right decision, and I don't think that I'll be back anytime soon. Sorry Costa lovers, I'm just not that into it.