A collection of memories from Costa Rica. Because when you can’t travel physically, you may as well do it mentally.
The crash and roll of the breaking waves. The soft, sweet sound of the milky foam that follows, tickling ears while bobbing about in the sea, weightless. Thrown to the shore with each set and pulled right back in with the current. One of my favourite feelings.
I’ve always been a gatherer of all things beautiful, albeit useless; sea-worn shells and remnants of coral, stones and pebbles in various colours, in combinations so unique they almost seem synthetic. That kind of beauty only exists in nature.
We spent many rainy afternoons during green season snuggling in bed with books and coffee. This jungle casa will forever be my favourite of rental homes, even despite the scorpion that roomed with us for a time.