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Check it off for Costa Rica!

Flight arrangements made: CHECK!

We will be flying from Jacksonville to Houston to San Jose (the capital of CR, smack in the middle of the country) to Liberia. One major airlines and one local to get us from San Jose to Liberia. 

Ground transportation to Nosara: CHECK!

Nosara is OFF the beaten path. To say the least! Nosara Transport seems to be a lifeline throughout Costa Rica, getting people from here to there in a country that only has one major airport. 

Lodging arranged in Nosara: CHECK!

A casita! Right on the same property with my daughters! Nosara Vacation Rentals has been great to work with and offers a true value for your money. 

Pet Sitting Service: CHECK!

Our motley crew of rescue cats has grown to the point that we can’t leave them alone with bowls of food and water, much like I used to when I traveled for work. Courtney, from Courtney’s Pet and House Sitting, is coming over Sunday to meet the crew.

Traveling takes planning and attention to detail. In my younger years, I packed a bag and headed to the airport. Sometimes that worked……

It also helps to have some personal recommendations when you get your check list out! Feel free to poach mine…..Pura Vida!

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Sansa Airlines: http://crc.flysansa.com/en/planning-and-reservations

Nosara Transport: http://www.nosaratransports.com/

Nosara Vacation Rentals: http://www.iicostarica.com/area.html

Courtney’s Pet and House Sitting Service: https://www.facebook.com/pg/courtneylovespets/about/?ref=page_internal

 

 

 

 

 

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Where Exactly is Costa Rica??

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Playa Pelada, Costa Rica

PURA VIDA: Simply translated, it means “simple life” or “pure life” but in Costa Rica, it is more than just a saying—it is a way of life.

 

It’s been awhile, you’re right about that! But the years keep marching by, with or without a blog. Funny how that happens.

And that’s OK. Steeping oneself in the years as they flow by teaches us that sometimes we don’t have much to add to the conversation. But it does takes self-control to stop talking and just listen.

Since my last post, my daughter has married and moved to Nosara, Costa Rica. Yes, you read that correctly; COSTA RICA!

The young woman who grew up in one house, went to school with some of the same people her whole life, and then settled right here in her home town…….she packed her bags and got on that plane to live a saner, slower life.

I envy that. It wasn’t easy, don’t get me wrong. Look around YOUR house; could you get rid of nearly all of it, including your car, and move to another country with only a couple of suitcases? I helped them with garage sales, called in a professional for the rest, and waved good-bye as they disappeared into security at the airport. A bittersweet day. Actually, more bitter than sweet, if I’m being honest.

So, now what? She and I are tight. We had to be, as it was just the two of us here in our little house for all those years. Single mom, doted-on only child making our way through the years. So, what do you THINK I’m going to do about that?

You guessed it: I’m headed to Costa Rica! My first trip will be coming up within about two weeks, so I’m working on travel arrangements–Nosara is NOT on the beaten path, believe me–lodging, pet sitting while we’re gone, all those tiny details that can derail a trip if they are neglected. Age DOES have its advantages that way.

One major change for me is that I now have a wonderful man in my life, one who has my back, something I’ve needed for a very long time. We’re excited to take this adventure together.

Oh, wait. I forgot to tell you: You’re all going with us, so stay tuned! I will be posting from now as we prepare until we return, complete with pictures and video. You may want to visit this tropical paradise, too, and we can pave the way for you.

Get your virtual passports ready…….

Pura Vida!

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Nosara, Costa Rica

 

 

 

 

What will it be?

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As I moved through the first day of my retirement, everyone kept asking me what I had done all day, as if my work day had to be supplanted with something. Right?

Our society is fueled by work. We learn a trade as young adults and then we practice that brand of work in order to earn the currency that is traded for it. That currency then is traded for our lives. Literally. We eat, we have a roof to sleep under, we clothe ourselves. So, we must then work some more to sustain the whole thing.

Is it any surprise to anyone, then, that we align our entire identity with the most visible talisman of our worth? The one that sustains and insures that the wheels stay on the track of our existence?

When we stop working, what happens to the whole system then? In the case of retirement (because there are people who intentionally jump ship earlier on purpose), we have traded all that currency as long as is necessary in our society, and hopefully have enough to sustain us throughout. Until we die.

Maybe that’s the rub. We realize that our end is breathing down our necks, a salivating beast that we cannot hope to outrun. Many people avoid retirement at all costs, fearing what lies on the other side of that alarm clock that jangles them awake at the crack of dawn.

Others fill it up with more work. We’ll see how I do.

“The harder you work, the harder it is to surrender.”
Vince Lombardi