Costa Rica Adventure – Wrapping Up the Run Like a Girl Retreat in Playa Dominical

On day 5 of the retreat, we had our last yoga class, then after breakfast it was time to say goodbye to Chakra. As I walked down the path from the platform to the road, my stomach was all knotted. I could have stayed there a bit longer, it felt like I was being pulled from the place too soon, I wasn’t quite ready to go back to civilization yet and wanted more of the serene, carefree and supportive energy that the space and the people in it provided.

We hiked down the 5km of road, back to the village.

As part of their conservation project in the area, Run Like a Girl also provides community service. This time we participated in re-painting a small building affiliated to the school. It may sound weird but I actually loved doing that. It got me thinking about looking up retreats that offer community project involvement as well as outdoor activities. I’m sure those are out there.

We then got back on the bus, ready to head to the beach! We drove to Playa Dominical, a very small beach town on the west coast of Costa Rica, right on the mouth of Rio Baru and the Pacific ocean. This was a great way to ease back into a slightly more populated area, after spending 5 days in a secluded lodge. Far from being a tourist hub, it was a charming little one-street town. Shop sand restaurants lined the main unpaved road, while craft and souvenir vendors spread along the ocean front, in the shade of the palm trees.

After settling into our hotel rooms, we had a tasty lunch at Phat Noodle, a Thai restaurant just at the entrance of town. Then the afternoon was free so Brice and I went for a stroll on the beach. We walked some distance south until we reached a rocky area, populated by hundreds of tiny little crabs.
The sky was pretty cloudy at the point and we got caught in a legit downpour as we walked back.

For dinner we all went to Tortilla Flats, a restaurant on the beach. The food was  underwhelming at best – I thought, but the cocktails were delicious, probably the best pina colada I’d had in a long time. We were sitting near Heather and Melissa, the two sisters from Utah, and after diner, while most of the group had already gone back to their room, the four of us decided to keep the party going and went on the search for a place to potentially do some dancing.

Well, there wasn’t much going on in Playa Dominical at 10pm on a Wednesday (at least I think it was Wednesday, my sense of date and time was pretty fuzzy at that point), but after walking down the main street back towards the town entrance, we ended up in what seemed to be THE establishment in town that locals went to. As far as locals, there were about 5-6 men siting at the bar, and our slightly inebriated entrance didn’t go un-noticed. Aside from that, the rest of the place was empty, so we sat down in a booth further past the bar, but soon relocated to the top of the small wooden stage behind us and proceeded to start dancing. Not sure if the other patrons found us funny or annoying, but soon after, the music stopped. Because we were on a wooden stage, we found ourselves stomping, and soon we were singing “we will rock you” to our own beat (cause, obviously)…We must have been more entertaining than annoying because a couple of minutes later the bartender put that very song on. More dancing and drinking (and spilling) ensued and one of the men stood of his bar stool and busted out some pretty serious dance moves with Melissa. Meanwhile, our waiter from dinner, Moses, who we had nicknamed Costa-Rican-Lebron-James, made an appearance – apparently Heather had made quite the impression on him, not enough to remember her name correctly as he kept calling her Amber, but enough that he seemed pretty pleased to see her at his local hang-out.

After a while we got tired of dancing. It was hot and muggy and we were all pretty sweaty so the next obvious move at that point was to go jump into the ocean, which we did. With all that, we were in bed at a whooping 12am – might as well call it an all-nighter since our regular bedtime until then had been closer to 8:00pm.

For day two at the beach, Hailey and Eduardo took us to another beach area in the nearby national park of Marino Ballena, just outside the town of Uvita, about 20 minute drive south of Playa Dominical. The park is known for being one of the best area in Costa Rica (and maybe even in the world) to spot humpback whales, especially in the fall when they congregate there to mate. Mother Nature works in mysterious ways as the 13km long beach presents a very large rock and sand formation jutting out into the ocean, and which, viewed from the sky, looks surprisingly similar to a whale’s tail. This is the result of conflicting currents which deposit sand over the rocky formations, creating this unusual, yet oddly-appropriate shape that can be fully seen at low-tide.

Our guides had planned a couple of activities for us while on the beach. Eduardo set up a couple of slack lines between palm trees. While half of the group was testing out their core strength and balancing skills, the other half gathered a few hundred feet away at the mouth of a small river for some stand-up paddle-boarding. We paddled up the narrow estuary, lined by thick mangrove trees. Although very different from our kayaking experience in Mexico, I couldn’t help but be reminded of it, floating once again on calm waters surrounded by this exotic vegetation.

After all the beach fun, we walked back into the small town for lunch, then headed back to Playa Dominical for another free afternoon.

Once we were done browsing the souvenir stands by the ocean, Brice and I, along with Melissa and Heather headed to the hotel pool. At first the water was looking somewhat questionable. A hotel employee was in fact in the process of cleaning it. When asked if the water was safe to swim in, to which he replied yes, so we went in for a while. It was our last night as a group as some people were flying off the next day. Since there was a 2-hour drive to get back to San Jose, some of the ladies had to leave really early the next morning – as in 3am, in the case of Heather and Melissa. Because of that we briefly entertained the idea of repeating the partying from the night before and not go to bed at all (for them anyways) but at 10pm, as we were paying our dinner bill, it became pretty evident that it wasn’t gonna happen. We were all fading already and besides, you can’t force these things, they had to happen organically.

So we walked back to our rooms and said goodbye. I was sad to see these two go as we had definitely bonded over the course of the retreat, not so much over what we had in common, as our background were pretty different (two sisters from a Mormon background, one of whom had never been outside of the United States until now, and a French couple relocated from Paris to Anglo-Canada) but rather, over our enjoyment at finding out about each other’s story and where we came from. Plus they had wicked-fun personalities and incredibly generous, embracing demeanours. In the beginning I was even surprised that little old me would make any sort of impression on these two (not surprised about Brice though, who always knows how to make a strong first impression :P). In any case, somehow by the end of it we were friends and hoping for opportunities to hang out again before too long – turns out Utah has been on my list of places to explore so we might try to put it in the cards for 2017.

Along with a smaller group, we had opted to stay an extra day in Costa Rica before we flew off to our next destination. On our last morning in Playa Dominical, we got up early and went for a sunrise walk on the beach.

After breakfast, Hailey suggested we go hike the Nauyaca Waterfalls trail. The trail is about 4km one way, if you start from the parking lot. We took a taxi there and instead of having him drive us down the dirt road to the parking lot, we got off at the intersection and started from the main road, adding another 2km to our hike. The trail was pretty easy, but again because of the recent rain, it was really muddy. There were two impressive waterfalls at the end, the first one 45 meters high and free-falling, and the other one twenty meters high with a tiered fall, forming a pool at the bottom.
You’d think after our 11-waterfalls hike on day 2 of the retreat we would be a bit jaded, but these two were definitely a impressive sight and worth the hike.

On the way back we stopped at a small restaurant for a bathroom break, and discovered just behind it a tree full of capucine monkeys and toucans. In true RLAG Retreat fashion, we then had to hike back up the steep 2km dirt road from the parking lot to the main road, where we had asked our taxi driver to come get us at 1pm. Like Jackie said, it’s good to finish a hike with a good challenging bit that makes you sweat. And sweating we did, it was hot and muggy and a great way to end this week of challenging adventures.

We drove back to the village and had a delicious lunch at Coco Mongo, a vegetarian café near the entrance of town. The bus came to pick us up a little after 5pm, so we got a last glimpse at the Costa Rican sunset before saying good bye to Dominical.

Back in San Jose, we stayed at the Mango Hotel near the airport. The room was nothing special, but at $90 a night, with breakfast and airport shuttle included, it was probably one of the cheapest option in the airport area. The next day, we said goodbye to Costa Rica, and flew off to our next adventure: the Caraterra Austral and Patagonia.

Trail Running and Yoga Retreat in Costa Rica with Run Like a Girl – Part 3

This was the “big” day of the retreat. We skipped yoga in the morning as we needed to get going at 5:30am. The program of the day was a 30km return hike up mount Ena, with some 2200 meters elevation gain. The trail started off a couple of kilometers down the main road, across a bridge off to the left. A sign indicating “km 0” marked the beginning.

 

Similar to our first hike, muddy doesn’t even begin to describe the state of the trail. With the effort required to pull our feet out of ankle-deep mud, hoping not to leave a shoe behind, the way in and up felt like double the work out.

Fortunately, the hike offered really beautiful vistas to distract us from the hurdle. We started on single track through the forest, then across wide cow pastures and into the forest again, later followed at higher elevation, by lower thick shrubs, and eventually sparse and dry vegetation that had us feel for a brief moment that we might have been transported to the African Savannah.



After about 5 hours we reached the top and were rewarded by an incredible 360 view of the mountains around us, with even a glimpse of the ocean far in the distance. Even Hailey and Eduardo were impressed by how exceptionally clear the sky was, a rare thing as the clouds would have usually rolled in by that time of day.





It was fairly windy at the top so after enjoying our lunch and taking the appropriate photos, we headed back down. A few people at the front started running, Brice included, while I preferred to power hike/jog along with a few others.

Eventually we reached our water refueling point by a little bridge. Lindsay and I sped up our pace, and we found ourselves some distance from the other girls behind us, but not quite able to catch up with the front group. The way down took a while of course, and being separated from the rest of the group, we had to pay more attention to our surroundings, to make sure we were on the right tracks.

It’s funny how the same trail can look so different on the way out, especially when you haven’t paid attention on the way in and you now find yourself thinking “I don’t remember this big broken tree” or “I’m pretty sure we should have passed a big open clearing by now”. We had a few moments of hesitation when finding ourselves at a fork in the trail, but every time, the deep Salomon Speedcross tracks in the mud confirmed which way to go ( I would not normally recommend this method of finding your way back to a trail head, but in this instance, following the fresh footsteps of the runners just ahead of us worked like a charm) .

On the way down Lindsay and I found ourselves talking a lot about sewing and knitting. Turns out she loves that stuff too so there was much geeking out about sewing patterns and projects and how there wasn’t enough time in the day to do it all. I was definitely thankful for the distraction during the long way down.

Eventually we arrived back at the wide open cow pastures that we had crossed on the way up. It felt quite different now though. Engulfed in fog, the grey stumps felt more prominent than they were earlier in the bright sunshine and all of a sudden it was like we were in Ireland or Scotland.


A couple of km later we reached the trail head and the “0” marker. But now that the downhill was over, we still had to climb back up the road to the lodge. We were a bit further down than on the first day of hiking, probably about a kilometre and a half. But in the same fashion as on the first day, that steep mile felt like the longest one of the day. What’s more, shortly after starting on the road, we came to a junction, with one road curving out to the left and the other continuing straight. Neither of us remembered a junction, so we were a bit confused for a minute, but we figured we could hear the river from the lodge, and the straight road followed the river whereas the one branching off to the left didn’t. So straight up we went. 

Eventually, we reached the lodge and were welcomed by a cheerful group, encouraging us from the main platform. I was pretty happy to be done, and somehow found the energy to run up the steep trail to the platform, thus concluding my longest hike to date in 9hours and 15 minutes. I even went back down to the river to dip my sore legs and knees into the water.

The front group had arrived about 20 minutes earlier (Brice was already all showered up), but there were still quite a few women behind us along with Eduardo and Felipe. They trickled in over the next hour and a half. We could see each girl coming up the road so each time we welcomed them with cheering and clapping and hugs as they arrived up to the platform, a big smile on their face and sighing with relief to be done.

The last woman to arrive, Kristen, was accompanied by Eduardo, and she later told us that upon arriving at the “0km” marker she had told him she wanted to climb the last mile in less then 20 minutes. So he made sure to give her the proper encouragement all the away and as they arrived near the lodge, we saw her pass her poles to him and proceed to jog the last few 100 meters. We all started shouting encouragements and clap for her until she made it to the top, and all of us could sense the emotion and the excitement she must have felt, of finishing something she had previously doubted she could accomplish.

There were lots of hugging and barely a dry eye around and although I’m not usually one to give into public displays of emotions, I started tearing up as well. It was just such an incredible feeling, to be part of this moment with all these other women that I didn’t know a few days earlier, after accomplishing something that I would not have believed myself capable of a couple of years ago and for it to feel so organic and natural. At the risk of sounding cheesy, I genuinely felt like at that exact moment, there was no other place that I was more meant to be.


That night we skipped yoga, everybody was probably pretty happy to just give their body a rest, and after dinner we gathered once again around the fire for one last evening at the lodge.

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Trail Running and Yoga Retreat in Costa Rica with Run Like a Girl – Part 2

The third day of the retreat had an array of activities in store for us. We took a break from the trail wandering and stayed close to the lodge all day – we were pacing ourselves before the following day’s adventure, a 30km round-trip hike up to the mount Ena summit.


Yoga practice ended with an introduction to Maria Fernanda’s own line of essential oils, and the benefits that each provided. Then after breakfast we headed to the river – the same spot we had dipped our legs in the day before. Along with essential oils, Maria Fernanda has developed a line of natural products, which she “engineered” herself. By producing them locally (directly in her home studio), she also provides employment for local women. Our outdoor spa treatment consisted in a cleansing clay mask, that we washed off with fresh river water. Then we applied Maria’s facial toner followed by a moisturizing oil. It was quite the treat, a little bit of TLC before continuing with the rest of our outdoor adventures.


At that point, our group was split in two. Half of us headed a few meters further down the river, for some cliff rappelling, while the other half disappeared into the forest to go climb a 35-foot tree.


We started the rappelling with a couple of “baby” cliffs, in order for all of us to get comfortable with backing up over an edge and dropping ourselves down (one step at a time) to the bottom. After this “mise-en-jambe”, we rappelled down along the side of a waterfall, landing into ankle-deep water. Our two guides, Eduardo and Felipe, were excellent at explaining all the steps and staying close by as we were coming down, making us feel safe at all times.

Once we were done with that part of the repelling (which was only a warm-up for what was to come next), we headed to the big tree for the climb. I very much enjoy rock-climbing, even though I don’t get to do it very oftne, so I was really excited, l staring up at this giant, at the opportunity of making my way up there. It was a really cool climb, the intricate branches and knots provided ample hand and foot holds and I made my way up to the top without too much trouble.

But first I should mention that when I got to the tree, I found Brice hanging from a separate rope, some 30 feet above the ground, taking photos of each climber from above – and providing encouragement whenever they would get to a tough spot or thought they couldn’t make it any further. As usual he had managed to find the most optimal spot for the best photos: the highest vantage point.

 

Brice started with the tree climbing first, clearly he hadn’t had the repelling course yet ;P

I wish I could have stayed up there a while, sitting on a branch and looking out at the valley around us…but that wouldn’t have been fair to the other women below, waiting for their turn to climb 😛

Once we were all done climbing, we headed back to the waterfall to regroup with the other half of the gang. Then it was time for the plat-de-resistance, the main challenge of the day, which both previous activities had – hopefully – prepared us for: repelling down the waterfall. While the rest of the day had not presented a huge challenge for me personally, this part made my heart beat race. And I didn’t even actually go down.


First we all reconvened at the bottom of the waterfall, so we could watch each other from below. Eduardo, all geared up, stood at the top of the fall and proceeded to demonstrate the process. The first part wasn’t very different from what we had done earlier – slowly step back over the edge of the cliff and let the rope slide in your hand, inches at a time, to lower yourself down. Eduardo or Felipe would descend alongside us, holding the rope below us for safety. The main difference up until that point was that we were now stepping into, and partially under, a vertical wall of water. When we reached the halfway point however, then came the catch – or in this case, the release.

At that point we had two options: jump off backwards, or slide along the cliff, into the pool below. Either way we had to slip off the rope and dive into the water….When Eduardo first demonstrated (I think he showed us how to slide off), my heart skipped a beat. It might not have been that high or that fast, but I saw him suddenly disappear into the water and held my breath until he resurfaced, a couple of seconds later. And I thought “how the hell is any one of us going to do THAT?”.

But some of the other girls were already lining up to go. Jackie went first, and after Felipe gave her all the instructions, it seemed she didn’t even think twice before pushing herself off the wall and into the water. She was followed by a few others, and with each of them I watched in admiration.

That’s also when I decided to pass. I wasn’t so much worried about the repelling, and after watching a few of my retreat-mates go down without a hitch, I probably could have mustered the nerve to go up there and do the same (or so I tell myself). But the fog had already rolled in, as it commonly did in the afternoon, meaning the sun was gone. And the water was cold. As in mountain river cold. And if you know me, you’ll know that when water is cold, I just can’t deal.

So instead I watched and it was awesome to see how each woman approached the challenge, and how no matter how much fear and apprehension they had at the top, they had to let it all go, literally, to reach the bottom. And then to see each of them emerge from the pool, with both a completely stunned look and a huge smile on their face, that was incredible.

Jodie had been one of the last one of us to climb the tree, and just couldn’t make it to the top. Frightened by height and unfamiliar with climbing she had gotten stuck just a few meters off the ground and came down quite disappointed. The waterfall repelling was totally a redeeming act for her, and I was so impressed at how she went for it, head on, as if she had done this many times before. To watch someone come back from a personal deception by crushing the very next challenge was truly inspiring…although not inspiring enough to make me want to do it…did I mention how cold the water was? Ok, moving on…

Meanwhile, Brice had of course made his way up to the top of the fall, and had gotten himself harnessed up and hooked to the side of the cliff, once again looking for the best spot in the house to document every one’s accomplishment.

It took a bit longer than planned for the 10 or 12 women who participated in the waterfall repel to all go. It was almost 4pm by the time we were done, so when we returned to the lodge, we pretty much ate (lunch), had our yoga practice, then ate again (dinner). With all the adrenaline rushes of the day, none of us seemed to mind the back to back meals so much.

After dinner, Eduardo and Felipe built a big fire outside, and we all gathered around it to recall the events of the day. It went something like this “Dude, I climbed up a tree today!” followed by “And you repelled off a freaking waterfall” and soon after “People, can you believe we’re in Costa Rica right now?”. Yeah we were in Costa Rica, challenging ourselves to new levels, and it was all around pretty awesome…

Trail Running and Yoga Retreat in Costa Rica with Run Like a Girl – Part 1

On our 3rd day in Costa Rica, we returned to the Best Western hotel at 6am to meet up with the rest of the retreat group. There were 16 of us, including the organizer, Hailey, but not including the only two men in the group: Brice, and Eduardo, Hailey’s husband and a Costa-Rica native.

As a side note, this was a pretty different traveling style for us from what we’re normally used to. If you know me, you’ll know I’m a planner, and an organizer (which is also what I do for work). Whenever Brice and I travel somewhere, I usually take charge of the day to day planning, what we will do and where (he takes care of the accommodation and transportation). I love maps, I love looking at them to see where we’re going, where we are, and where we might want to head to next. On this section of the trip though, everything was organized for us, so much so that I barely paid attention to where the lodge was located on the map and what the daily program was. And it was awesome! In the last few weeks prior to leaving, I was pretty focused on planning the Patagonian portion of our trip, so not having to worry about the first 10 days was great. Every once in a while, being told what to do and where to go – obviously in those pretty ideal circumstances – is just the best!

The 2-hour bus ride was a chance to chat and get to know each other. The day before we had already, on our rafting and zip lining adventures, become acquainted with Kate, Lindsay, Valerie, Bea and Kara. We were joined by Melissa and her sister Heather, Jackie, Jodie, Amanda, Alicia, Kristen, Lisa and Alex. Most women where from different parts of the United States (Oregon, Utah, New York just to name a few…), and a small portion was from Canada. All of them were recreational runners, with varying degrees of experience on trails, but all with an equal love for it. The excitement for the days to come was clearly palpable as we rode out of the city.

The bus took us from San Jose to San Jeronimo, a rural town located between two major national parks of Costa Rica: La Amistad International Park and Biosphere Reserve, which is the largest conservation area in Costa Rica, and Chirripo National Park, home of the Cerro Chirripo, the highest summit in the country with its peak at 3820m.

In San Jeronimo, we were introduced to one of Costa Rica’s main agriculture, coffee. The slopes of the mountains surrounding the village are covered with coffee plantations, and harvesting coffee is what most locals in the area do for a living. We visited a small coffee plantation and processing farm and learned about the harvesting and processing of the bean, before it is packaged and exported. In fact, most of the Costa Rican coffee is purchased by independent distributors for world-wide exportation, and rarely roasted or even sold locally.

After the visit of the farm we enjoyed a delicious lunch prepared by the farmer’s family. Then it was time to hike up the 5km road to the lodge. The weather had been pretty unstable all day, but the light rain eventually turned into downpour in the last couple of kilometres up the hill. Somehow I didn’t care too much as the climb was keeping my heart rate up and my body warm.

After 5km, we literally reached the end of the road and were able to look up at the lodge’s main platform, perched a few metres up on the side of the mountain. We walked up the short trail to the “front door” and then there we were.


Even with the pouring rain and dense fog, it was easy to instantly fall in love with the place. The main platform had banisters along its two sides facing out to the valley, an open view to the incredible nature around it. From there you could see some of the 20 hectares of land that is part of the Chakra domain, and had been purchased for conservation purposes, returning it from cattle farming grounds to its original untamed rain forest. (You can learn more about the Chakra lodge and preservation project here)

The main building hosted a kitchen as well as a large wooden table for meals, and the rest of the platform was left mainly unfurnished, to allow for yoga mats to be laid out for our daily practices. During down-time between activities, hammocks were hung between the pillars, providing a pretty perfect way to relax and reflect in this serene environment.

While the lodge had no electricity, two showers with hot water had been built near the main platform. Five cabanas were also scattered on the mountain side, each set-up to sleep 2-4 people and accessible via a short trail.

We were all drenched from the rain after hiking up the road, but once we had changed into dry clothes and warmed ourselves up with a cup of tea, we had our first yoga class of the retreat.

The fog was thick and the rain was pounding on the roof, and from that point on, I felt completely disconnected from the rest of the world, in a moment suspended in time, but ultimately, at home.

Our practice during these few days would be lead by Maria Fernanda, our local yoga instructor, who had joined our group on the way to the lodge. Something about her accent when she spoke English, the tone of her voice, the softness of her gestures and her altogether soothing demeanour, made her seem very familiar to me, one of these people you feel you might have met before, in a slightly different shape or form, and without remembering when and where.

After practice came dinner – it was 6:30pm, and being close to the Equator, the sun had long set down way below the mountains. We ate all together around the big wooden table, in the candle light. Our meal was prepared by Luis, his wife Martina and their daughter Roxana. The family lives in the mountains nearby and harvesting coffee is their main source of income, except for when they participate in the Run Like a Girl retreat by preparing the food. Luis, 60-years-young, also does a lot of manual work to help maintain and expand the Chakra lodge.

The food was simple and delicious. Yams, yucca, rice, beans, meat and eggs, fresh pineapple and watermelon. The same ingredients were more or less used at every meal, but prepared one way or another and always incredibly flavourful. The fresh mountain air and the active days were likely contributing to our appetites, but still, I surprised myself with how much food I was ingesting, and the fact that it was so tasty made it even harder for me to not go back for seconds (and so I did, many times). One of the Costa Rican specialty is Pinto Gallo, a dish made of rice and beans, mixed together with a (not so) secret ingredient: Salsa Lizano. We all were soon pretty addicted to the Salsa, a big bottle of which pretty much never left the dining table.

With the sun setting so early and our wake-up time of 5:30am the next day, we were all in bed and sleeping by 8pm. It continued to pour throughout the night, until eventually we woke up to a different kind of sound. It was still water but it was no longer the pounding of rain on the roof of our cabana. It was the rushing water of the river down below and the nearby waterfall. Hailey and Maria Fernanda both told us at breakfast the next day that they had prayed with all their might for the rain to stop – the previous retreat, in November, had been a really wet one, forcing them to cancel some of the activities.

When we started our morning yoga practice at 6:00am, the sun hadn’t made it up above the mountains yet, so every one was still bundled up in warm layers. By the time we laid down in Shavasana, bright sunshine was filling the main platform and we were all down to our tank tops. Prayers had seemingly been answered.

As soon as breakfast was over, we headed out for our first trail run. We first ran/hiked along the river, coming across no less then 11 waterfalls in the process! The trail was pretty technical, with lots of roots and rocks along the way, and the recent downpour added a good layer of wet mud on top of it all. But once again, I felt right at home. While some of the participants were more used to dry, groomed trails, I realized how fortunate I was – in this particular instance – to have cut my (baby) trail-running teeth on the wet and muddy tracks of Vancouver’s North Shore.

Brice was of course totally in his element, running effortlessly back and forth to capture shots of everyone and the scenery alike.

After we reached the bottom of the last waterfall, we turned around and ran back to the trail head. At that point we had the option of returning to the lodge, or continuing up along a ridge to get closer to the top of the highest waterfall. The group split and Brice and I joined in with those who were continuing up.

While the first part of the run was mostly in the trees, we now were heading up along a ridge with wide open views of the surrounding hills – getting the full extent of how far around us the coffee plantations spread.
Eventually we reached the waterfall, rewarded our climb with a few photos and made our way back down.

Salomon Crew!

The trick about starting from the lodge was that all our hikes started with a descent of the main road – which meant they also ended with an ascent of the same. So as we reached the bottom of the ridge and returned to the trailhead, the day wasn’t over. We still had to climb up the road to return home. This time I think we were less than a kilometre away from the lodge, but when you’re tired and hungry, a 500 meter walk a steep, unfamiliar stretch of dirt road can seem like the most challenging part of the day. When we arrived at the main platform, Hailey told us that if we kept going for another 100 meters, the road turned into a small trail that lead down to the river, with easy access to the water if we wanted to cool down our overheating legs and feet. Yes please! So we did and it felt amazing!

We had lunch and showered and had some down time to relax for the rest of the afternoon, until the second yoga class of the day, at 5:30pm. While morning yoga was a more invigorating practice, meant to wake up our bodies and prepare us for the day’s activity, the evening class was more restorative and relaxing, to help us recover from our adventures.

To be honest, while I do enjoy the occasional yoga class for a good stretch, I wasn’t sure how I would like having two practices a day. But Maria Fernanda made each class different and new, and after the 14km run/hike that day, I could really feel the benefits of the evening class. Towards the end of the retreat, when we relocated to the beach town of Dominical and said goodbye to our yoga teacher, I actually came to miss our daily practices, the relaxation and stretch and focus that I found in it.

Once again dinner was shared in the intimate setting of candle light. That night we enjoyed a delicious broth with yam and yucca bits and rice and it was once again a delight for our bellies, and dare I say, our souls.

Costa Rica Adventure – A Day of Rafting and Zip lining

A couple of months after we started talking about our Patagonia trip, Brice was asked by Hailey from Run like a girl if he could be the official photographer for their first trail running and yoga retreat. The retreat took place in Costa Rica, at the beginning of December. It didn’t take us long to realize that it would be the perfect way to kick-off our trip to Latin America. I signed up for the retreat as well and with that the first 10 days of our journey were taken care of.

We arrived in San Jose on the afternoon of December 2nd. At the airport we had the option between catching a cab into the city, or hopping on a bus. We went with the second (cheaper) option. Without being familiar with the different neighborhoods and sub-urban areas of San Jose, figuring out what bus to get on was a bit it tricky. But we dusted off our rusty high school Spanish and eventually got on a bus that would take us near the center of town. From there we hailed a city taxi who took us to our destination. The whole trip cost us about 55,000 CPL – about $10 vs.$40 if we’d taken the airport cab.

Brice has now become a master at finding AirBnB lodging for us, wherever we go. For our first night in San Jose, we stayed at Stacey’s Funky Yoga House
After dropping off our bags we went out for a walk in the city. We somehow managed to find the hipster-most café in town – just around the corner from our place. The place made vegetarian sandwiches and healthy juices, along with some really good coffee.

We then went on a stroll to explore the busy streets of San Jose. And busy they were. It turns out, black Friday (the consumerist, frenzy-inducing sale day following American Thanksgiving) had made its way to San Jose (amongst many other parts of the world). Pretty much every store was advertising “Viernes Negro”. And streets were PACKED. Think the sidewalks of Galleries Lafayettes and Printemps in Paris at Christmas time. It definitely made for an interesting walk, not quite the “off-the grid, lost in a remote part of the world” experience we had signed up for, not yet anyways. But after sitting on a plane for a few hours, we were happy to take all the walks we could get.
At one point, a man on a motorcycle stopped by us and said something along the lines of “Senor, la camera, aqui esta peligroso”, meaning, we shouldn’t be walking around with our big “tourist” camera, in this dangerous part of town. We looked around and not only was the street packed with people, but we also noticed there were police officers at pretty much every corner. Not sure if that last fact should have been more reassuring or concerning. In any case, we thanked him for his warning and kept walking, camera in hand. Frankly, I really didn’t feel like I was in any sort of danger…

We had arrived in San Jose a day earlier than the start of the retreat. Hailey and her husband, Eduardo had arranged, for those who wanted to, a day of river rafting and zip lining (not included in the retreat package). Two activities than neither Brice or I had ever tried, so we gladly signed up for them.
The next day, we met up with a small group of ladies at the Best Western Hotel, and a minibus came to pick us up for our first day of adventures.

Two hours later we were suiting up in life jackets and helmets, ready to jump on-board white-water rafts guided by Adventuras del Sarapiquí – Sarapiquí was the name of the particular rainforest we were going to spend the day in.

The rafting was, assumably, fairly beginner level but with a good mix of rapids in the beginning to get us nice and soaked, and some calmer portions where our guide talked to us about Costa Rican fauna, flora and food.
There were four or five boats going down the river together, and after about an hour and a half on water, we stopped on a pebble beach to enjoy a break and some fresh fruit. That was some of the best pineapple I’d ever had!


 We went back into the boat for another hour, and a few of us were even able to jump into the water in a couple of spots to cool down from the sun.


Once we had made it down the river, we went back to base camp to change into dry clothes, then headed off to the “canopy” part of the day, aka the zip-lining. We were accompanied by 3 guides and went down a total of 12 lines, through the dense rain forest. It was a lot of fun, even though it took me a couple of lines to figure out the breaking system.


Said breaking apparatus consisted of a really thick leather “glove”, to be worn on your strong hand, and used by pulling down on the cable when reaching the end of it. At first I wasn’t sure how often or how strong to press on the break, and I actually ended stopping about 2/3rd of the way down the first cable, having to then pull myself forward to the finish – slightly embarrassing. I almost repeated my mistake on the second line, but still managed to make it to the other side on zipping momentum only – only barely. As I landed on the platform, the guide teased me about my breaking technique, and I shamelessly blamed it on the glove. So he handed me his own with a wink. After another couple of lines, the guide asked me with a smile how his glove was working out for me. By that point I had finally figured that I really didn’t need to break at all until the very end so I confirmed it worked much better than the other one. I’m sure I wasn’t the first one to have experienced some “glove malfunctions”….

It took us a good couple of hours to go through the whole network. On some lines we were even encouraged to hang upside down. The final line was the longest. 700 meters for over a minute of zipping over the ground. On that final line, Brice and I got hooked together, so we could slide down as a pair. The line ran through the trees for a bit then into the open and over the river that we had rafted on that morning. We watched out shadows glide on the water, way down below, and for a minute it felt like we were flying. A pretty cool experience, especially since we were
able to experience it simultaneously. The line took us all the way back to our starting point, where our guides had laid out cookies and water, a welcomed snack before heading back to the base.

We hadn’t had lunch yet so we were all pretty hungry after the two activities. Kate and Bea, who were in a different raft than us in the morning, had been talking to a couple who had gone to a restaurant nearby the night before. They said there was a resident sloth that hang around the restaurant. Hearing that, we all decided that we HAD to go to that restaurant and hopefully see the sloth (Brice was especially excited, big sloth-lover that he is).
After a bit of investigating we figured out the name of the restaurant and asked our van driver if he would mind taking us there (it was only a 15 min drive, but in the opposite direction from the way back home).
The food there was really delicious. I had never had plantain before (not that I can remember anyways), and they made fried plantain patties that were just incredible. I couldn’t stop eating!
Unfortunately, no sloth was spotted during lunch (he probably comes out later at night), but we all had a delicious meal, and with our bellies full we hopped back into the van for the drive home.

Daniel, our driver, dropped off the rest of the group at their hotel, and then was kind enough to take Brice and myself back to our AirBnB. And with that we had spent our first day in Costa Rica, the perfect appetizer for the rest of the week: just enough to get our appetite going for what the retreat had in store for us…