There are places I remember…..and faces. The faces of friends and acquaintances who made life beautiful-lifting me up on bad days and bringing magnificence to the good ones. We have been gone from Costa Rica for over half a year now; but I can still close my eyes and walk down (or up-ugh) the Manuel Antonio road from where the National Park sits to our home near Quepos. I can retrace every step, feel every breeze, smell the air and hear the sounds of the traffic, the ocean and the wildlife just as sharply as if I were there.
I always loved the Beatles’ song, “There are Places I Remember” because I felt it epitomized my life. I have lived in quite a few cities in several states-and now add another country to the list-and the faces of all those beautiful people I have met and grown to love dance within my mind’s eye to the music of lasting friendship.
I wanted to acknowledge them here and share my world of shining faces with you.
At Guayabo National Park
Our very first, and one of our dearest, Costa Rica friends, Alex
We consider family to be our dearest friends. They loved us enough to spend their vacation at our little jungle.
Chico! We miss you.
The musicians at Barba Roja.
Ben Jammin and Robbie Clark. Friday nights rocked!
The beach vendors, always with fresh juices
Butch could be counted on to bring drinks to the beach.
to good times with good friends there was never a moment when someone was not ready to lend a hand or welcome us into the fold.
Iguana tours kept us entertained.
And many restaurant friends helped to keep us fed.
Quincy kept us in the baked goods down at the Feria on Saturday mornings. His sweet cheese empanadas were our favorite treat.
We worked alongside some
And had fun with others. Mike was the inspiration for our decision to move to the Quepos/Manuel Antonio area. His hotel, La Posada, is a must stay place if you get down that way. Just like home.
Mike and Esteban
Someone who will stop fishing, ask you to hold his rod, then snap the only “together” photo you get of you together on the beach that day.
Showing us their artwork and wares..
Hardworking people who love life and greet each new day with enthusiasm and acceptance.
The feria was more than a place to shop. It was a gathering..
And friends from home who came there to fish!
People who love their families
And make delicious goodies
Industrious and ingenious
And we met so many people from all over the world.
Mikes right and left arm..
They make your stay at La Posada “up close and personal”
Always ready to find a solution to a problem
The face of beauty in the morning..
The face of honest nature.. My favorite face of all….I miss you most. 😦
Sharing their knowledge at the spice farm
At the coffee farms
Some you share vacation time with
The face of the setting sun, always a new and unexpected experience.
And this..This is what we miss most of all. Here’s to the great times. We will be back!
Pura Vida everyone! If you get the opportunity, see Costa Rica. You will be so glad you did.