I am of mixed emotions as our final days in Costa Rica wind down. We are already discussing our return and have sniffed about the real estate listings on a couple of occasions. There is a tennis center nearby. I can see us as Costa Rica snowbirds.
Samara has been the perfect start to our trip, offering a quiet oasis for all of us to find our groove living in close quarters and being away from many of the comforts of home. I am tempted to dig out the Word Press tutorials for instructions on how to change the blog to oneyearinsamara.com. We are comfortable here- we walk down the street and wave to the fruit vendor, the taxi driver, and our teachers. Besides our ‘pelo rubias’ and ‘poco Español’, we feel like local Ticos ; ) We have made mistakes in the process of becoming comfortable in Costa Rica (leaving our bank card in the ATM, drowning a phone in the rainforest, bringing the girls to the wrong school on their first day, to name a few) and I am a little anxious at the idea of starting over again already. However, I guess that is what this year is all about- making connections and getting to know a little about life in many places around the world. Steve is excited to continue on…perhaps he feels he has saturated Instagram with photos and stories of this beautiful, quiet town.






Speaking of Steve, I am enjoying my new husband. He is a little hairier but he is very relaxed, he goes for runs and bike rides with me and he does yoga. This new version even COOKS. I’m keeping this one


Our trip out to Playa Ostonial wildlife reserve was certainly a highlight. The girls have summarized this experience in their posts, it was one that none of us will forget. Seeing so many Olive-Ridley turtles come to the beach to lay their eggs in the volcanic sand during the peak time of the year (the week before the new moon in the rainy season) was truly a natural miracle.
We survived our adventure at Wingnuts, the local zip line company. It was a throwback to our adrenaline junkie days. The girls loved every minute of it. Abseiling upside down off a platform is uncomfortable in your forties and exhilarating if you are under 12. However, sailing through the canopy on the zip lines with monkeys in the trees and flashes of coastline in the distance is quite spectacular at any age.



Learning Spanish is a great challenge. Steve and I have enjoyed our two weeks at Intercultura Language School. Besides the daily language classes, we tried the yoga classes (I could make out the names of a few body parts and very little else) and had an opportunity to practice our new skills with a group of local grade seven boys, who were learning English. We continue with our spanglish over dinner with the girls in the evening. Between the five of us, I hope we have gathered enough words to make ourselves somewhat understood in the coming weeks/months. The girls are picking it up quickly. Steve and I…well, we are trying.




The girls have loved their school experience at Samara Pacific- a small, private bilingual Spanish/English school. To our surprise/delight, they have even expressed interest in finding another school experience in our travels! Every day, they arrive home with plans to meet friends down at the beach for a swim or boogie board. Tomorrow, they will participate in the running of the torch in celebration of Independence Day. A lantern parade and festivities will be held in the main street at night. Unfortunately, the national huelga (strike) is limiting the extent of the celebrations this year as Ticos are opposing the increased taxes imposed by their new government, and the local celebrations are usually headed by the public schools. Fingers crossed that it does not interfere with our flight out of San Jose on Tuesday morning…






We finally arrived at the school that my mom had said was our school but no one was there so we kept walking. After walking for about five more minutes we came across a teacher from our real school ( which we still didn’t no where it was ) and she started laughing when we told her we were trying to walk to school because apparently it was 2 miles away. My mom ran to Pali the grocery store and asked for a taxi but ended up getting an old man in a very old car with a broken steering wheel.
The school in Samara was very different from the school in Vancouver, the school in Samara is different because it only has three classes and goes up to sixth grade only. Grade five grade four and six are together, grade three and grade one are together and grade two is by itself. There are only three teachers and a principle. There are a couple subjects like Spanish, French, English, math, natural resources and science. I don’t understand Spanish very much. I like English because we are reading a good book called wonder. I haven’t had French yet. In math we are learning long division which I haven’t learnt yet. In natural resources they are making eco bricks ( which is non recyclable products packed into a bottled and transformed into bricks ). In science we are learning about planets. You bring your own snacks and if you would like you can buy lunch from the school which we do. On the first day three people introduced them selfs and now Anna is friends with two of them. I am friends with another girl, and so is Elise.
Friday was a pro-D day so we went ZIP LINING !!!!!! It was so fun, that afternoon we went boogie boarding in the ocean and the ocean was naturally warm so I also loved that!!!










The food is fabulous. Amee would tell you it’s “different but not bad”. Anna is enjoying it and willing to try everything. The two of us got up early one morning for a cooking class at our lodge and helped the cooks prepare breakfast for the guests. Anna mastered the Tostada and replicated it beautifully for our dinner tonight. Elise…well, she is trying everything, only somewhat reluctantly, and being a good sport. 











