In which a three-year dream becomes reality, and we celebrate with a 72-hour nap.
We packed. We launched. We flew. We arrived in Playa Samara, Costa Rica.
Maybe it’s the heat, or more likely the working world detox, but the first week of our adventure has been one big, beautiful, non-adventure. Not necessarily the stuff blogging dreams are made of, but enough to put us into a fairytale sleep in the first home we’ve had since moving out of our apartment mid-October.
We landed in San Jose early Sunday morning, rented a little stick shift, and Cliff piloted us 200km north through quaint (read: missing bridges and zero traffic control) country roads to Playa Samara, and the hillside cottage that will be our home for four weeks.