surf camp (instructor not included)

We had just finished a surf session in Santa Cruz, CA. It was one of those one-step-forward and two-steps-backward kind of days. I was close to tears and ready to throw in the towel on the whole "learn to surf" project. As I struggled to extract myself, one limb at a time, from the tightly adhered neoprene wetsuit I dreamed of a surf camp.  A warm water surf camp, no wetsuit needed. Costa Rica ended up at the top of our list that day and we promised ourselves that someday, we'd go and experience the clean beaches, warm water and empty waves. Someday actually happened.

We spent three and a half weeks with nothing on our agenda each day but a surf session or sometimes two, depending on the tide. We zigzagged the countryside traveling from one break to another and found plenty of time for exploring the land.

Costa Rica was far more beautiful and more diverse then we expected. From the dry grassland to the high altitude tropics and amazon like jungle. Denver spotted almost all the living creatures that were on his wish list. Plus a few bonuses.

We started our journey in the Guanacaste province of Costa Rica. The province is ubiquitously  termed a tropical dry forest and sees little rain and more consistent heat then other provinces. We spent the most time in the dusty and charming town of Nosara surfing Playa Guiones.