Hotel Condovac la Costa
Travel Blogs from Playa Hermosa
What have I got myself into this time?
After a terrible, bumpy flight from New York City's JFK airport to Miami, I change from my winter clothes to my summer clothes before boarding my connecting flight to Liberia, Costa Rica. However, there was a five hour delay. Reason? A flight attendant decided not to show up for work. How nice. Hours and hours later, we finally depart Miami for …
Day 7 The Beach
... rocks to the beach. The sand was golden brown and shimmering under the Sun. However, it was just right for walking on the beach barefoot. The water was just right as well. It was crystal clear and the perfect shade of blue. I loved swimming in the sea and could have literally spent all day in there. I also got a nice tan. The surrounding wildlife of the beach was such a sight to see. The trees looked to be from magazines and there were ...
Day 10 - PT and BBQ
... the grill and Flash the Chef started marinating steak. He made Chorizo with bread, soo good, then was grilling steak, but no ceviche...he makes amazing ceviche. But we had a good turn out, Flash, Percy, Alex, Elizabeth, Mike, Me, Andres, Fabia, Andres' cousin and husband, Hector, Kailani with her daughter and sister(they are precious and so cute), Landon, Dane, and Daniella. The food was great, we were chilling listening to ...
Day 1.5 - The Heat.
... eating up by bugs, but I wasn't..so Im not complaining...it turned into a Gin and Tonic night...and there were flowing the the salmon of capistrano! ha! So as I am writing this this morning I surprisingly feel fine, where everyone else is still sleeping. But it was a fun first night...got a bit tipsy but sweated out most of the booze..We are meeting up with Julie and Nicole later this morning to go surfing..can't wait..then of course Im going to get my Tico breaky on! ...
This Looks Familiar
... months since I last set foot in Tamarindo things had changed. Sharky's, the best bar in town, burned down one late Tuesday night, the police had stepped in and dispersed the drug dealers lining the bathroom at the late night party spot, “Weed, coca, que quieres?” they would ask. The town was safer, more regulated, more appealing to the average American tourist looking to forget about all troubles of life and work for ...