After the odyssey of driving through five countries in ten days, it was a relief to arrive in the beachside town of Tamarindo.
Bad news – the internet deleted our blog post that recounted the tale of our 10-day drive from Mexico to Costa Rica. But trust me, it was epic.
The humans unpacked while I sniffed around the yard – howler monkey poop! So exciting. I also caught the scent of saltwater on the air.
After settling in, the humans left me with a stuffed Kong and some other hidden toys. They came back an hour or two later, smelling like pizza. They brought me a crust.
For the next two weeks, Kayla and I settled into a comfortable routine: wake up at 6:30am, go for a five mile run along Playa Langosta to Playa Tamarindo. Come home, and she’d work from home until lunch. Then she and Andrew went in to Selina for work. They surfed from 4:00 to 6:00pm about half of the days. On the other days, Kayla and I went for a long walk to watch the sun set.
Tamarindo is easily the safest-feeling place we’ve been since we left the United States.
Kayla ran in a sports bra with no fear of anything except for the sun. We walked off-leash along the beach. Tamarindo is sometimes called Tamagringo, and what the town lacked in Costa Rican culture, it made up for in safety.
We met many dogs along our daily beach walks. And for a change, they were friendly! It was so nice to run around with the Huskies, Rhodesian Ridgebacks, Goldens, and Australian Shepherds that we met along the beach. The Chihuahuas, Mini Schnauzers, and other little dogs didn’t like how fast I run when I chase coconuts, so we gave each other space.
But perhaps the highlight of our two weeks in Tamarindo for Kayla and Andrew was the other people. They met a woman named Diana, who’s a fellow digital nomad from Colorado/Arizona. She was delightful, and hopefully we’re meeting up again in March in Panama.
They also met up with Sam and Swazoo, a couple on vacation from Tennessee. Both Kayla and Andrew really miss talking to other people, and Sam and Swazoo were the perfect pair for them! I never met them, but I’m happy that my people were happy.
Mostly, I just enjoyed playing in the waves and the sand. We played the digging game and I chased the waves. I love the ocean. Unfortunately, I got my pawprints all over the Airbnb’s sheets and Kayla and Andrew had to pay to replace them. Ooops…
We just arrived in Tilarán, a town in the mountains of Costa Rica near Lago Arenal. It’s windy, cooler than the coast, and gorgeous.
I’m happy to be alive. Life is good.