Playa Conchal |
Seeing double on La Penca Beach |
We drove the longest and most arduous route possible to Guanacaste to get to our humble B and B in Playa Portrero, where our tattooed and braless hostess welcomed us with open arms, pointy nipples and a basketful of fruit. Just fruit. Not a euphemism.
That evening, thirty seconds before the sunset, we made it
to Playa Penca, black with volcanic sand and lively with PDA. After a
spectacular sunset, we ate a yummy fish dinner at Estero Azul, near Playa
Flamingo. The food was delicious, but the place smelled of eau de swamp, not
surprisingly, because estero means swamp, of course.
We get a bit misty eyed these days, as we realize...”This
may be the last time we ever come to Playa Conchal.” In our third and final
year here in Costa Rica, it seems like we are more aware of the places and
activities that we enjoy here.