Somehow I Made it to Pavones, Costa Rica

Had to re-post this magical account of a self-described “American Girl’s” visit to Pavones. Her photos and poetic prose had me falling in love with Pavones all over again. Thanks Camille!

This American Girl

Pavones beach

 

If you were to tell the city dwelling, silk wearing, white couch owning perfectionist I was two years ago, that I would one day be sitting on a dusty tire in the back of a bus, covered in sweat, eating papaya with my bare hands, I doubt I would have believed them.

 

bird in pavones

 

But this is precisely how my time in the small town of Pavones at the southernmost tip of Costa Rica began.

 

pavones surfers

 

After two boats, one shuttle, four buses, and a disastrous border crossing (I might be in the country illegally…), Marissa and I arrived in the village famous for its left hand point break and little else.

 

pavones beach

 

Surrounded by darkness interrupted by the occasional hole in the wall, we felt like we had reached the end of the world.

 

pavones beach

 

We soon realized, that what we found was…

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