My favorite story? The story of my life.

Trip Start Jun 20, 2010
Trip End Jul 18, 2010

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Flag of Costa Rica  , Puntarenas,
Saturday, July 3, 2010

"When the story of these times gets written, we want it to say that we did all we could and that it was more than anyone could have imagined" Bono 

   Isla Tortuga is magical, like a fairytale...
    A man with long, wind-blown hair offers me a hand onto the boat that will take me to the island.  The engine begins to purr and we skip across the water. Beauty surrounds us: turquoise water, blue skies with clouds like pillows, fluttering butterflies, jagged mountains and mossy cliffs.  As I gaze across the endless water, I get an "oceanic" feeling... a feeling of limitless possibility and potential.
     We pause at a large rock with a hole in the center, like a doorway.  Then we continue to a small island where we snorkel.  Colorful fish zig-zag through the water playfully.  The captain throws a handful of bread-bits in front of me and a crowd of yellow and orange fish dart in front of my face.  I laugh and bubbles float up from my mouth. 
    The island itself is overwhelmingly, stunningly beautiful and is easily the most beautiful placed I’ve ever been. Waves tug at the shore, curling and crashing against the sand.  Dingys speckle the horizon and visitors dance to a steel drum band.    Coconut palms line the beach.  Our boat crew cooks us a delicious Costa Rican meal that we eat in a shaded hut on the shore.   
    As I lay on the pristine, baby-powder beach, I think to myself: every day should be as exhilarating as this one: full of mystery, overwhelming beauty, and energy.  I believe that every day can be full of curiosity, anticipation and ecstasy.  Though each and every day may not begin with a run on a misty beach, followed by relaxing at beautiful waterfalls, and visiting mystical, remote islands,  there should never be a dull page in the stories of our lives.   Every day can be like a fairytale. 
    As we begin our return voyage, a slow smile spreads across my face.  My hair is windblown and my skin is sun-kissed.  I feel content, as if I’ve just read the happy ending to my favorite novel… only this is my life. 
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Leona Edinger on

Love your travel blog. You should be a author of books. Uncle Paul was in Costa Rica when in the army. Don't know exactly where he was. He was building bridges and actually sent me a hammock with the name Costa Rica on it as part of the fringe. He thought it was a lovely place too.

sedinger on

Thank you! :) I'll have to chat with Paul about his experience when I get back. I have one week left... it went very fast.

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