When you go for a walk along the beach here in Costa Rica you can see all these designs made by tiny sea creatures that travel just below the surface. Their bodies leave a visible trail in the wet sand that shows how they have moved. Some of the paths are fairly straight forward and shortOthers are rather easy going and they loop and range afarBut some are frantic looking and head madly off in all directions with dozens of twists and turns
Some create an almost perfect pattern.
It reminds me of how varied the path through life can be for different people. What kind of design will my life’s path leave?
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Last Sunday we went for a 6.5 mile beach hike. The beaches in this part of Costa Rica are quite secluded and all along our way we met only a few Costa Rican families out for an afternoon by the ocean. Hiking was hard work, especially on the return trip walking on wet sand that slanted towards the sea. I was getting blisters from my sandals so I just took them off. It was 91 degrees but there was a nice breeze that made the walk more pleasant. I sang songs, recited poetry and counted the steps between the beach’s 1/4 kilometre markers. Eventually I decided to distract myself from the length of the trek back home by taking photos of things of beauty that captured my eye on the walk. Here they are!
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The Flowers of Jamaica
Half way through our stay at our picturesque apartment at Casa Chameleon in Playa Grande. Time for a clean up day.
I made the bed.Did laundry using our state of the art washing machine and clothes dryerTook out the garbage and recyling from our tiny kitchenRearranged the dining room/porch furniture so we could all fit around the table more comfortably but making sure to leave room for a dog my brother has named Hobolito who seems to have taken a shine to us and loves to nap outside our door and follow us on walksCleaned all the sand out of the shower stall swept the living room floor
and shook out the hammock on the porch.
I felt entitled to stretch out in the hammock with a glass of Sangria and my book after all that housework was done! We love our little casa here in Playa Grande and will miss it when we move to Tamarindo.
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