I could feel my heart beating and adrenaline coursing through my veins. My ears were filled with the sound of waves crashing as we made our way down the narrow winding path to Playa Espadilla. A sense of urgency overcame me and I suddenly needed the sea like I needed air to breathe.
I started running.
Bounding toward the ocean, we hopped over tree branches, ran through small puddles, and jumped over rocks and coconuts. As the tree line broke I gasped and came to an abrupt halt.
Tears came to my eyes and I wiped them back with the back of my hand. I hurriedly flung my flip flops off into the distance. The seafoam was calling my name. As I dipped my toes into the warm water everything seemed to slip into a sea of calm.
This was it – my happy place. Rocks jutting out of the water, seafoam hissing at my feet, and warm rays of sunshine from the setting sun kissed my face.
There is something special about the Pacific Coast. It is wild, untamed, and has a special spirit all its own. While it may be lacking in calm crystal clear water, the force of the waves, the ruggedness of coastline, and the wind that whips your hair around grounds me somehow.
As I stood looking out into the endless ocean, I dug my toes into the sand. I bit my lip with hesitation. I couldn’t deny it anymore.
I need to live by the sea.
Disclosure: We were guests of the Costa Rican Tourism Board however all opinions are my own.