I stepped out onto the landing strip, feeling the humidity begin to frizz my hair almost immediately. But as I looked up from the stairs, all I could see was the gorgeous blinding sun rising from behind the grassy hills. It was already the most beautiful site I’d ever seen, and from that point on I knew this would be a trip to remember. As we walked through security, my sister and I couldn’t stop looking out the window in anticipation, we could already see the tour bus we were about to board.
It was gorgeous outside, and we immediately drove off to go zip lining through the jungle. Although I must admit, I am afraid of heights, I conquered my fear temporarily and had the time of my life whizzing through the tropical trees, spotting brightly colored butterflies and birds just long enough to recognize them before zooming by. Afterwards, we had an incredible Costa Rican lunch under the sun; already the first day was amazing. As we walked back to the bus it began to sprinkle, and by the time we had reached the hotel it had turned into a thunderstorm. The change in weather was something I’d never seen before, so my sister and I decided to sip virgin margaritas and watch the storm.
The next day more adventures were in store! We drove an hour to a river leading to the coast and went white water rafting on a Class 4 river. I was fairly confident because I’ve gone rafting many times, but sure enough after the first rapid I lost my balance after hitting a rock and pop! There I was, in the water! The next thing I heard was “WE GOT A SWIMMER!!” and the rescue kayak paddling up next to me. I was drenched for the rest of the ride, miserable right? But I couldn’t stop laughing at how I had fallen out, and it turned out to be one of the best moments of the trip!
Fast forward through a few days of site seeing, hiking, and relaxing on the beach and we get to my favorite day of the trip. Surfing!! I was dying to test my skills. After an hour of “land practice” everyone was pretty sandy and hungry, and we hadn’t even hit the water yet. Finally we got our boards and begin to flail about trying to catch waves, and ultimately, our balance. There were a few, fairly cute might I add, surfing instructors to help us out and finally I caught a wave, and then another! I began to think, “hey this isn’t too hard” but then they set us free without instructors, and let me tell you, I was definitely wrong. Anyways, afterwards we ended up playing soccer with the surfing instructors on the beach for a few hours. My feet may have come back sandy and full of cuts, but it was the best memory in my trip. But alas, the end must come and the next day we boarded our flight home, saying goodbye to the best 10 days of my life.
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