Underground Costa Rica

After being delighted by the horse-shoe bay, framed by picturesque cliffs of San Juan del Sur, the movie like sunsets and sumptuous fabulous sand beaches of Bahia Majagual and Playa Madera in Nicaragua. We would also have to say goodbye and hasta pronto the to most of the members a of the new beach camping community as we all parted on different adventures. And after making new friends, drenched in a freedom storm, we ventured out to cross Nicaragua’s border to welcome Costa Rica, a two-faced paradise trapped by the foreign investment that provides ecological preserves and a seedy underbelly.

We had heard about the staggering beauty of its land, and as we touched Costa Rica, it was obvious the difference between Nicaragua and Costa Rica. As we drove trough the Central Valley we didn’t spot any farm land or communities along the road, like the rest of Central America. It was clear how much Western influence and money was present in such a Paradise. Never less through out our trip, we have managed (for the most part) to avoid the expensive and tourist zones, by “keeping it real” living our lives in the present and not being in a rush to see everything the guide books tell us to go do. Even though Jaco is one of the “sleaziest” towns we have ever been, we surrounded our selves with soulful moments and magical experiences. Our Russian born friends (Annya and Slava) were two fairies that the Universe had sent our way for the re-birth of our child-selves. Both were full of life and lived life to the 80/20 % philosophy…80 good/20 bad! Annya a Circus du Soleil performer, yogi, and clown injected passion for the street performing as we discussed different clown techniques for allowing the self to flourish, as well as body movements that freed the soul of the body from the always rigid mind. We played gymnastics and yoga in the fancy pool of the condo, liberated our Goddess intimacies to the light of the moon and ate Chocolate as an emblem of our newly formed tribe.
The universe could only be blamed for the creation of one of the most perfect combination of sisterhood. Slava, was the mother of fire, the moon of the sun and the true representation of a Goddess. Canadian or Russian, Slava could move to any rhythm played, she became our dancing partner, teacher, sister and at our times my mother. She played the guitar so purely, that the Russian strokes hummed to Flamenco fire…she truly was gifted in the language of adventure, and poetry was her diary. She represented youthfulness and looked like a teen-ager at her 40-some years of life…she was the mirror to a famous Sir Richard Steel proverb “that man never grows old who keeps a child in his heart.” Having meet two of my greatest inspirations- right as I was beginning to feel a bit nervous to hit my 30’s , I laughed at the idea of aging! I learned that it is not a body growing old that takes with it our child-self , it is an empty heart and a sorrowful mind that slays our inner child! Keep on living my friends!