Pura. Vida.

When you wake up at 3 am and it’s not because of your jetlag but of the haul monkeys in the nearby rain forrest it suddenly isn’t that bad. I sneaked out the room as my roommate Cassie was still asleep, and saw the beautiful green garden and hammocks. How could I be cranky waking up this time of hour when your at a location like this!

A few hours later I set foot on the trail of the National Park to discover the forrest by myself. This despite of the rastafaris at the entrance who loved to be my guide…too bad! Along the way I met Marcos, a local painter who stopped working because it was ‘muy calor’. He loves the parks flora & fauna and without asking he turns out to be my guide and showed me sloths, monkeys, birds, lots of antz, crabs and a snake. The scout inside me (for those who don’t know; yes that’s true) is intense happy.

This village is exactly what I needed; nature, slow pace, laidback culture, reggae music and friendly people. My Yoga Teacher Training starts today and I’m so ready for it. But before the meditation, anatomy class, yoga and the vegetarian diet begins…. I enjoy my cheat meal: a chocolate crêpe.

As the Costa Ricans say: PURA VIDA

2 gedachten over “Pura. Vida.”

  1. My lovely little scout! The story is amazing and reminds me of our Asian adventure. Enjoy every second of this amazing trip.
    Besos tu hermana XX

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