When you submerge yourself into another culture for longer then a month, you'll be lucky to see beyond the obvious beauty of a country. We have been in Costa Rica for over two months now and we just started to feel the beat of this place, see the light in dark corners, ask questions we wouldn't dare to ask before. It's different now. Almost feels like home. You know when you'll leave you'll be missing those small moments; the breeze, the light, the music, the people, the heat. None of which you can photograph or bring home. I like the fact I don't drive here, I have the pleasure to sit as a passenger and hang off the side door soaking up those feelings, breathing different air. I think then "right now", I want to remember that. Bob Marley playing, the heat scorching on the window, a man waving hello, the wind on my face, a husband next to me, rattling car, cold coconut water on my lap. This will be my Costa Rica.
The other day Matt and I made a wrong turn on the highway and ended up right by the Fire Station. We liked the design of the building so much, we decided to stop and take few pictures. To our surprise couple firemen came out and invited us inside. The building was even more stunning on the inside then on the outside. The light coming in through the windows lit up the red trucks. This place was still with silence. The floors were so clean, the polished concrete was mirror like. We chatted as much as we could with our broken Spanish and we were on our way.
Costa Rican people still amaze me, they seem to have so little but are so generous with what they have. We have been invited inside, helped on the side of the road, at the store, in the parks countless times. They truly feel like they are the happiest people in the world. We experience it everyday.
