San Jose was a refreshing break for us up at 3,850ft with a cold night of sleep after many warm days on the beach. Mid-day came and Chris, Sarah’s brother, was due to arrive to spend a quick four days living pura vida with us. His flights were successful, so we swooped him up and made our way back down to the beaches.
We left off in Samara where we stopped for some time to volunteer at Camp Supertramp and explore the laid back beach town.
The time was upon us once again to traverse across another political border, this time into Costa Rica. Leaving Nicaragua behind for now, we eagerly anticipated the country known for ‘pura vida‘ which has a deeper and more profound meaning to the locals, which we quickly began to feel once over the border. Famous for it’s biodiversity, lack of military, happy people and potable water, we were ready to jump right in.
From the cool mountain air near the volcanoes, we made our way to Mizata, which is at the northern most point where the surf starts. We were excited to improve our surfing while hopefully exploring some small fishing villages along the coast.