Greetings from beautiful Costa Rica, land of pura vida! I’m here for a surf/yoga retreat; something I planned back in December when I left my job. I believe it’s important to mark life’s big transitions, so this trip is a sort of let-go-of-what-was-embrace-what’s-to-come adventure. I figured yoga would be an especially good way to do this, as it’s both meditative and challenging, and it gets at things you might have buried deep inside. It was actually Tai’s idea, and I’m continually amazed and grateful for how supportive he is.
So far, however, there’s been drama! Girl Gone Well has been feeling anything but. Motion sickness set in about 20 minutes away from the resort; I understand it was a beautiful drive but I had my head back and eyes closed for most of it trying not to vomit in front of people I’d just met. I was unsuccessful. So much for first impressions! I had to ask our driver to pull over, and was about to buy a stomach-settling coke when I just crumpled into a corner of the front of the mini-mart and, well there we have it.
I’ve had a headache for the past few days that hasn’t helped matters. I feel intensely dehydrated, despite drinking gallons of water and eating loads of fresh fruit. And I’m oh so bloated, like last summer revisited, only I know it’s not because of gluten. In fact, this resort, called Vajra Sol, is a completely perfect place to heal; set in the middle of the jungle with organic gardens and a kitchen staff who is very accommodating about celiac. So the food is divine, and I’m downing all sorts of medicinal treats like turmeric and ginger in smoothie form. So even if my body insists upon behaving obnoxiously, at least it’s doing so in paradise.