I went to Santa Teresa/Mal Pais last Friday to enjoy the beach for a couple of days. Edwin came with me on Friday because we needed to take Spirit, the rescued husky, to get her groom on at the vet clinic...which just happens to be in Santa Teresa. Edwin took Spirit home that afternoon and I stayed until Sunday...practicing just being a beach bum. What a gorgeous beach! If I lived here I would need two houses...one for me and my 1000 rescued animals and one for my shells and rocks that I collect from the beach.
Santa Teresa is on the Pacific side of the Nicoya penninsula (Cabuya is on the penninsula also but on the bay side). Cabuya's beaches are quite rocky....at low tide, it is very rocky...at high tide, instead of sand, it is small rocks...not very comfortable. There are a lot of shells though....I like that. The beaches in Santa Teresa are all sand....with some neat rock formations. There are places where very smooth and colorful rocks and shells accumulate along the beach....there were all different colors of rocks...red, black, green, blue, orange, brown...there were even rocks that looked like blue opals and red opals...beautiful...It is also a surfer's paradise.
When I got there on Friday, I checked into Brunela's, a surfer's hostal. It is the rainy season so I managed to get a dorm room (for 6 people) all to myself.....the rest of the residents were all surfers....and a little ridiculous. I doubt they owned any other clothes, other than there surf shorts and their flip flops. We arrived in the morning, so I managed to go hang out at the beach for the day....I don't think Edwin likes the beach very much...He just sat in the shade, took pics with my camera, and scoped out all of the "chicas". Edwin left around 1, leaving me to play on the beach. I walked back to town with him and grabbed some groceries at the local Super Ronnies #2, ate some lunch, and headed back to the beach. Stayed out till the sunset..got some pics. People were still surfing after sunset....
I spent most of Saturday just hanging out on the beach...catching up with my tan..I am in the tropics after all. My friend, Sophie, owns the French bakery/cafe in Cobano. She opened a second, larger cafe here in Santa Teresa....the main reason I came. She had the grand opening on Saturday...so, I went and gave my support, had a great cup of coffee and a delicious pastry before heading back out to the beach. I felt like I was in little France...everybody there spoke French. I was going to meet up with her, her husband, and some of their friends after they closed and hang out at the beach...but, it rained later that afternoon, so, I hung out at Brunelas and caught up with some TV and reading.
I only had a couple of hours on Sunday at the beach before it was time to leave. Luckily the mountain road was still drivable.....it gets washed out in a lot of places and nobody can drive on it until they fix it at the end of the rainy season. They end up having to take the long route through Cobano. As it was, the taxi had to have 4 wheel drive...and it took about 45 minutes to drive about 9 miles....and we had to literally drive through 3 or 4 creeks.
I was not ready to leave the beach...it was so nice and relaxing....but, I was glad to get "home" to Rainsong and my kids. Charlie was happy to see me..as were the dogs. I only have one more week here so I didn't want to spend it all at the beach....I can go to the Cabuya beach in the afternoons..even though it isn't nearly as pretty.
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entering the playa santa teresa |
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Playa Santa Teresa |
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surfers |
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Love the hat |
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one collection of rocks and shells |
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playa santa teresa near sunset |
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look at the colors |
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hermit crab buffet....or a banana buffet...whatever... |
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as the sun starts to go down |
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those are all little surfers out there |
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Marianne's truck...the french cafe |
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path from Brunela's to the beach |
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surfer's shrine |
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Communal kitchen at Brunela's |
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My room at Brunela's |
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one of the rivers we crossed |
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the view of Cabuya's side of the ocean as we come over the "mountain" |
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And a very happy (and dirty) monkey..this is what a monkey duster looks like after he runs through the rafters.
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