I’m back, folks, and I couldn’t have been happier with my trip to Central America. Below are some photos showing off the outfits I wore (which were primarily comprised of one of several bathing suits, my tattered skirt-cum-dhoti, and a dress or two) and, much more impressive, the incredibly scenery. Stay tuned for a tutorial on packing for trips like this one.
*Title via Costa Rican poet Osvaldo Sauma’s “A Woman Dances”
Graphing the Paths of Chance: with my ladies in the airport. Notice the feathers on the hat (Target, $7.99). Hate 'em! I ripped them off once I got to Costa Rica and the heat melted the glue enough to not ruin the hat.
Under attack by a palm front
Erin and me with the town sign. This ridiculous white get-up was my beach gear for most of the trip. My favorite white peasant skirt got tucked, Indian-style, into a dhoti and made an amazing pair of flowy pants, great for hiking or ambling the beach. I looked dumb, but I felt awesome! :)
The dhoti returns for a hike in the jungle
The curve of the coast from a jungle cliff
Examining a giant piece of hollow drift wood with an internal tide pool
Clear, warm water+warm sand+toe nibbling fish=perfection.
In Puerto Viejo, a nearby town, where I was forced to wear somewhat presentable, non-beachy clothing. How'd I do? Dress (Target, $15), belt (2, Unique Thrift Store), necklace and bracelets (H&M, $3), Kelty Backpack (expensive, but worth every penny), hat (Target), shoes (Target, irrelevant for beach life).
Man on cellphone on the ubiquitous wooden boats, Puerto Viejo
Our favorite beach with its leaning palm
Adios, Costa Rica! In the airport in San Jose, sporting a new necklace (random shop in Puerto Viejo, $10), calmed nerves, and a nice tan.