I recently gathered the courage to go to Yoga Teacher Training. I did my research, and a particular training in Costa Rica seemed to be calling out to me. Less than a month after I decided to do it, my plane touched down in Liberia, Costa Rica.
Upon arrival in Liberia, I met a group of people who I would eventually share a lifetime bond with. From the get go, we bonded over our wanderlust, and within the hour decided to get our feet wet immediately, so hopped on a local bus into the heart of Liberia. As we stepped off the bus, a girl with a short blonde pixie cut and the sexiest English accent you've ever heard declares, "Right. Let's get involved".
I just thought this was the most perfect phrase for this trip, for travelling, for life in general. This phrase became the official motto of the trip, and was used for such menial things as "I am going to involve myself with that ice cream", to "Let's get involved with our first practise teach".
In the nature of jumping in with two feet, or into the deep end, or getting your feet wet (I am the worst at mixing metaphors), I am starting this blog with the end of my trip. This is largely because for the first two weeks of the trip while I was completing the training, we lived by the sun: we were up at 530 am and only finished at 730 at night, which did not give me lots of time to be a good travel blogger. This diiiiid however make me quite snap happy on our graduation day, when we took a field trip to Nosara.
Upon arrival in Liberia, I met a group of people who I would eventually share a lifetime bond with. From the get go, we bonded over our wanderlust, and within the hour decided to get our feet wet immediately, so hopped on a local bus into the heart of Liberia. As we stepped off the bus, a girl with a short blonde pixie cut and the sexiest English accent you've ever heard declares, "Right. Let's get involved".
I just thought this was the most perfect phrase for this trip, for travelling, for life in general. This phrase became the official motto of the trip, and was used for such menial things as "I am going to involve myself with that ice cream", to "Let's get involved with our first practise teach".
In the nature of jumping in with two feet, or into the deep end, or getting your feet wet (I am the worst at mixing metaphors), I am starting this blog with the end of my trip. This is largely because for the first two weeks of the trip while I was completing the training, we lived by the sun: we were up at 530 am and only finished at 730 at night, which did not give me lots of time to be a good travel blogger. This diiiiid however make me quite snap happy on our graduation day, when we took a field trip to Nosara.
We were dropped off in town, and walked along a wide, long wavy surfer beach called Playa Guiones.
After walking a couple of kilometres on the beach, we came to a rocky peak, so we had to cut through a path in the brush to continue to the other side of town.
On our journey, we stopped to make a friend.
This little guy escorted us for a full 45 minute hike. What a nice guy. (Maybe his owner that he ditched didn't share that sentiment…)
We also made sure to stop and take time time to adore the local flora.
After following the path through the brush, we came to an opening to the other section of Nosara's beach, called Playa Pelada.
The approach to the beach from our path was elevated, and made for quite the view.
Playa Pelada was a smaller, calmer cove like beach, so we had some playtime.
I think I can speak for the group when I say our favourite feature of Playa Pelada was the blowhole.
Seriously, who doesn't love an all natural Splash Pad/ water fountain.
My spunky Brit and I got throughly soaked...
So I made sure to be prepared upon my return….
We worked up a good hunger with our beach trek and play time, so settled into what is probably my new favourite restaurant in the world, called La Luna.
La Luna is conveniently nestled riiiight onto Playa Pelada.
It didn't take us long to make ourselves right at home.
As if the location wasn't enough of a selling point, just check out the bohemian decor of the restaurant. It helped create a perfect beachside vibe.
My favourite feature of La Luna were these two gorgeous pups.
Dear reader, please meet my spirit animal.
I like to think of her name as Luna-- obviously because of the restaurant, but I also sort of have a thing for the moon as a symbol.
Her dark fur contrasted with her bright eyes captivated me right from the moment I saw her.
And her playfulness melted my heart.
I only wish could have taken her home.
Once the gang all caught up, we settled in for some beverages…
Which, after eating and drinking and living so purely for 2 weeks, we all felt the effects of immediately (in a good way!)
Don't get me wrong, the food was AWESOME at our training. I love vegetables, I really do…
But NOTHING can replace the taste of a good pizza.
We snacked away the rest of the afternoon munching on calamari, plantains with guacamole, and different mediterranean dips (its turns out La Luna is owned by a Greek family).
Enough about the food...Not a bad view from table, right?
After our wonderful dinner, I decided to try to walk off some pizza by people watching on the beach.
Is there any better way to people watch than through the lens of a camera?
The day had been slightly overcast, but when the sun started to set, it was like the most beautiful filter had been put on my eyes.
After some sunset playtime, La Luna turned on some fairy lights they had strung (seriously, this place was plucked from one of my dreams).
The fairy lights beckoned us back to our final night with our friends and teachers.
I have been thinking a lot about wanderlust lately, and about how my heart seems to get split into so many pieces every time I travel. The hard part of being afflicted with wanderlust is that the people that really get you, the people you meet and fall head over heels in love with, those people all have wanderlust too.
So at present, pieces of my heart are all around the world. Does this sound lonely or tragic? Its not...
I couldn't have it any other way.
