Landing in Costa Rica is like waking up in the most beautiful dream. Two years ago, when Amiram and I first visited the small surfing village of Santa Teresa we decided this would be our sanctuary. We planned to come once a year to unwind and recharge while the harsh winter raged in New York. Since the moment I first arrived, Santa Teresa has felt like home to me. Amiram and I try to travel to new places and experience new things as often as we can. However, there is a comfort here I’ve only experience in one other city. New York. It just feels like home. To me, it’s the perfect place filled with love, kindness, and generosity from everyone you meet.
Unfortunately, our luggage didn’t make it this time around. Me being me, and much to Amiram’s shock, packed a bikini, a cover up, some sunscreen, and flip flops in my carry on. No problems. We ran down the street to a variety of local and not so local surf shops, grabbed Amiram some essentials and headed on our way. When our luggage arrived two days later it had become abundantly obvious we didn’t need any of it. In fact, it’s laughable how our “baggage” from New York became our biggest burden. Needless to say, a lesson learned.