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Can You Believe It? History Repeats Itself!
You can't imagine the excitement and energy the three of us had, even though it was
4:30am. Sarah, Gary and I had been waiting for this day for what seemed to be an eternity.
Actually, Sarah had been counting down the days one by one. "Only 45 more days left", I can
hear her now. Finally, the day was here, 15 blissful, fantasy-like days in beautiful Costa Rica.
Nothing but swimsuits, surfboards, camping and warm water, we were stoked. The trip was a spontaneous
adventure unfolding just enough to keep us all longing for the next event, minute by minute.
"Who cares if we have to spend the night in Miami, we scored travel vouchers," Sarah exclaimed. "I mean,
who is in a hurry, we may as well play one night in Miami, especially since the airline is footing the bill."
It was true, our flight was overbooked and we actually volunteered to give our seats up. After all, airfare
for the next trip is now paid for.
When we arrived in Costa Rica, we gave up on our original plan of meeting friends from Jacksonville Beach since
we were now a day behind, we headed north. The long day's drive made us all cranky. When we finally arrived at
our destination, Sarah and I staked claim in the car for our first night in Nosara, while Gary slept in a deserted
hammock. The obnoxious howler monkeys were our wake-up call at 6:30 AM, just in time to catch a glimpse of head-high,
glassy warm water waves. Days 2 and 3 that followed were identical. We found a slice of heaven.
We decided to head south and leave the safety and comfort of our new home for a practically unknown, remote break.
Before we reached our final destination, we needed an afternoon session. A black sand beach greeted us with fun,
peeling waves. Sarah and I stuck to the rights, while Gary moved in on the lefts. He claims he took full advantage
of being one of only three on the beach. He even got in touch with our ancestor surfers (he ditched his board shorts
and surfed in the buff).
After the session, we continued on our journey south. We arrived at the campground in time to set up camp and search
for the perfect break. A surf angel was watching out for us, we pulled in to park the car and right before our very
eyes sat our lost friend from Jacksonville Beach. He was watching his wife catch wave after wave of 5-6 ft perfection.
We ran to our surfers reunion rubbing our eyes in disbelief. Who would have thought, four days later, thousands of miles
from home, we'd find our friend.
We were greeted day after day by overhead, glassy morning sessions. The five of us hooting and hollering as we took advantage
of the perfection that Mother Earth had provided us. Days 5, 6, 7, and 8 that followed were identical.
When our friends had to head back to reality, the three of us decided to head back north, where we had seen our first love.
Again great waves, food, people and campsites were NEVER beyond a stones throw. We found ourselves taking full advantage of
sunsets, high tides and the beauty of the full moon.
I will never forget this adventure, especially the never again repeated "pinky swear" stories. Ironically, 15 days of surf
perfection later, the trip ended as it had begun. An overbooked flight, volunteering our seats and collecting yet another
travel voucher for future airfare. I am looking forward to spending the two vouchers and seeing two more slices of surf heaven
that beautiful Mother Earth has given us.
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