Costa Rica Pt. 3 - Santa Teresa

Our final destination in Costa Rica was at the southern tip of the peninsula at a place called Santa Teresa.  We heard about Santa Teresa from a Dutch couple we had met in Montezuma, and thought, why not?  The surf destination was a dirt road with waves on one side and town on the other.  We made the observation that no one here was older than 30.  Sure, there were a few, but it was those who never left.

The town had a completely different feel from anywhere else we had seen.  Surf bums with killer tans walked the dirt roads with their bare feet towing their boards in hand.  Stray dogs followed searching for food or to play in the waves.  Howler monkeys lounged in the shade of the trees.  When you reached the water, there were a hundred silhouettes of surfers trying to catch the perfect wave.  The sun was so harsh, the air was hot, the water refreshing.  Like a religion, when it was time for the sun to set behind the horizon, every surfer in the ocean, every body on the beach, stopped what they were doing, to watch, in all her majesty.   

Our goal in Santa Teresa was just to relax as much as we could before we had to go back home.  This meant lots of surfing for Husband and lots of laying out on beach for me.  I also had the opportunity to practice yoga, which was a totally cool experience for me.  We also had a couple's massage on the beach and went fishing.  Husband was so proud of himself for catching a Wahu.  Our captain told us it was the perfect fish due to it's size, color and meat.  We were able to eat (some of) it for dinner.  Because of it's large size we made sure to share it with our captain and some locals.  I let my little fishy go back into the water.  We were lucky enough to also see a pod of whales, which was an amazing experience.
So many great memories were made in Costa Rica.  So many that I will cherish.  I live for these moments and I cannot wait for the next adventure!