I had the most perfect day in Costa Rica

Market


Everyone said that Puntarenas, the port we were docked in, wasn’t much to see, but I went out anyway, planning to walk around. While the air wasn’t as oppressive as in Panama, it was hotter and just as humid. Wandering through the market, my body was covered in sweat and before my straightened hair was in ringlets. The market was overflowing with jewelry, wooden crafts and stalls of women selling food wrapped in huge leaves.

I wandered through the lanes for the early afternoon, then found a restaurant with a patio. I sat outside with a cold local beer and wrote in my journal, gazed around, and thought a lot. I felt very content that day. I ate a delicious meal, called home and spent the rest of my day walking on the beach, wading through the warm Pacific water as the sun set over the mountains in the distance.

I went back to the ship feeling refreshed and peaceful.




These men were playing beautiful, rhythmic music on this instrument that I can only compare to a xylophone.









This was one of the women selling huge leaves full of meat, veggies and rice to the locals.






Seabass and shrimp with sauce, rice, salad and beer. Yum!