Back to Ticolandia

For my last stretch of travelling time, I wanted to be on the beach.  I have seen a lot of gorgeous places over the past few months.  Breathtakingly green forests, lush farms, gritty cities, windswept cattle fields.  But I have yet to find a place that duplicates the feeling I get when I am at the beach.  Something about the hugeness of the ocean paired with the great big open sky, epecially when set against almond trees and sturdy palms, just moves me in a way that no other place does.  I couldn't imagine a better spot to spend my last days as an independant traveller.

Since I went to Dominical, I had been hearing from beach bum after beach bum that Santa Teresa was one of their favorite beaches.  So, I set off from Nicaragua toward the sand. More on what I've been up to in the next post, but for now, take a look!

 Lots of driftwood around here for perching and lounging.

 Millions of teeny shells.

The hostel.  They know what they're doing regarding hammocks here - you can never, ever, have too many.  Friends in the background decided that my picture was too boring without them.... acting like they were on a rollercoaster?

Posing with a big thorny tree while on our quad expedition.

Break from exploring the unknown to gaze out at the ocean? Yes please.

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And finally, this is how I look when asked to do anything legit with a surfboard.