It's official – I spent a month in Costa Rica! I got eaten alive by mosquitoes, tanned, semi-dreadlocked and saw so many monkeys – but the highlight and the reason I was there to begin with was to complete my yoga teacher training.
To say I was terrified would be a massive understatement – I cried in the airport, I was semi-hoping the plane would malfunction and we'd have to return to Vancouver, and I couldn't eat properly for the first three days in Puerto Jimenez. To put this into perspective – even though I moved 10+ hours away from my family at the age of 18, to get to the location of my jungle training I flew from YVR to LAX, LAX to SJO, and then took a tiny plane with 12 other people (including pilots) to Golfito. From Golfito we took a cab to the oceanfront, where we purchased tickets to a ferry – a ferry which we had no idea when it'd arrive – and then the 30-minute ride across the water. From there, we were in Puerto Jimenez, a town filled with dogs, empty bars and extremely friendly locals.
I was anxious of the unknown – I failed to learn much useable Spanish before traveling, I hadn't planned any further than getting on the plane and although I knew the challenges the coming month would bring, I knew that it would be full of surprises – so many surprises. It's not like I've never traveled alone before, or that I'm a generally anxious person. But I suppose I knew that this experience would be something totally and utterly life-changing – just how it would change my life I had no idea.
This was the key to the fear – an understanding of the concept, but no knowledge of the journey. For a planner like me, this was always going to be a struggle.
I was so incredibly blessed to have met up with one of the other girls taking the same training as me – Cassie was calm, confident and a joy to be around – especially for someone who had never left the country before! We stayed in a beautiful hotel with a pool, air conditioning and wonderful hosts who introduced us to the local food and bars. Things that stood out most include: fresh coconut water on the beach, the crispiest fries in the world at a beautiful tica bar, sunsets at 5pm and seeing tiny lizards dart around the main street like they were owning the place. We called bars "Imperials" after the beer signs outside – is that too touristy?
Staying in the town for a couple of nights helped me adjust to the new climate, culture and lifestyle, but we were soon shuttled off another 40 minutes along the bumpiest road I've ever experienced to Blue Osa, the location of our training, which I'll elaborate more on in a future post.
Thanks for reading my first blog post – I'm excited to share more yoga and life here!