2013 was a year bookended by a beginning and an end for Greg and I. Beginning of our new life in Costa Rica, and the end to Greg’s Dad’s wonderful life. The year began with both of us leaving our jobs in May. We then moved to Costa Rica in June, and attended Dad’s funeral shortly thereafter – he died 3 days after we had arrived in Costa Rica.
I must say I was really looking forward to my first Christmas in Costa Rica. I’ve always liked Christmas while growing up in the states – the music, the lights, the shopping…. But I didn’t like how stressful and commercialized it had all seemed to become for me, the last several years living in Dallas.
Ok, this post is a PICTURES-OVERLOAD-POST, just so you know. You’ve been warned. We had a completely awesome and amazing time in Manuel Antonio. We went with our good friends Justa & Steve, and had a short but FULL weekend. I’ll let my pictures tell the story.
First stop on the drive down, Esterillos Oeste – this was a beautiful, virtually uninhabited beach. The road to the beach had several shops and soda’s that were boarded up, so I guess it was more popular at one time… It was serene and gorgeous, and very sparse with people. One of the land marks of this beach is this beautiful mermaid statue:
If you would have talked to me 3 years ago, and asked me how I’d feel about quitting my job and entering early retirement, selling everything I owned, and moving to Costa Rica; I would have burst out laughing and said:
“Excuse me? What are you talking about?”
And then I would have asked you: “Where is Costa Rica, anyway?”
Wow – what an AHHHH-MAZING day we had at Catarata Del Toro (translated: “Waterfall of the Bull”). This was a spur of the moment, day-before decision. Our friends told us about it, and asked if we wanted to go. It was supposedly not too far away – in the mountains of Bajos Del Toro Amarillo, Sarchi, Alajuela, and evidently the biggest waterfall in Costa Rica, but not known to many (we had never heard of it). We had no plans for that day, and when you don’t have a car, you can’t hesitate too long on an opportunity like this – so of course we said YES!
It didn’t take long – less than 5 months – to have our very first visitor in our new Costa Rican home! My Mom #2 (Greg’s Mom, my Mom-in-law, Shirley – is her name) visited us for a week and it was a pleasure to have her. It was her first “real” visit to a foreign country, and she did great on her flight and going through customs, all by herself.