Today I leave the magical town of Puerto Viejo Talamanca, Limon, Costa Rica.
Where I have been living for the past two and half months, for the third time this year.
Where I met people more brilliant, loving, and inspiring than I could imagine.
Where my body, breath, and lazy schedule enabled me to do yoga nearly twice a day.
Where I consumed far too much tequila, chocolate, and pasta… I swear everyone in this town is Italian.
Where I reconnected with myself and remembered how to simply be.
I know that I will be back.
But I also know
that each time is different
and I will never
So for now, I choose to remember my little sanctuary through the eyes of my camera.
Which, for the record, was stolen last week.
Puerto Viejo, te amo mucho. Nos vemos mas tarde. Chao.