So I am back from Costa Rica. The best descriptive phrase I can come up with is a Costa Rican one; Pura Vida. Means pure life, or a blessed life.
It was definitely a blessing to be able to go and spend 7 days in Costa Rica with my husband celebrating our anniversary.
7 days with no kiddos.
And yes…I sure did enjoy each moment….some moments more than others. By the way, one shouldn’t attempt to write while slobberknockered… just sayin’
Some moments were absolutely breath-taking.
Like white water rafting through the jungle.
Or zip lining through the trees.
Or drinking large quantities of alcohol at the pool bar.
And then hugging a Costa Rican toilet for several hours after. I may not have gained my usual vacation weight…only cause I think I upchucked part of my stomach….
Needless to say…I took a couple of days off from drinking after my toilet debacle… and then went back to my wine. Damn Vodka….
Loved the hotel…the people…the food (they were so gracious about my Celiac disease/food allergy issues) …everything was absolutely lovely.
Except…perhaps…the fact that we were put in a room that faced the Kids Club. Really? At the risk of sounding like a complete ass…I left my kids at home…so I surely do not want to see or hear other people’s kids.
Back to the wine then.
I will say, that although I didn’t quite miss the
brats kids right away…by day five I was missing their stinky butts.
The wine helps deal with this though. Just in case you didn’t know.
During one of our amazing excursions, our tour guide discussed that in 1948 the country made a decision to get rid of their military and instead put the money into educating Costa Ricans. He said something so impactful to me,
“We wanted to create a different kind of soldier. We want to put knowledge in our peoples hands instead of weapons”. Wow. All Costa Rican students must wear a uniform. To show that they are soldiers for education.
I am not naïve enough to not recognize that this concept wouldn’t work for everyone, but I am blindly optimistic to wish that it could.
Let me end this by saying that my first night back, I had a wonderful chit-chat with my aunt and mom that stayed with the kids (whom I am so indebted to and so grateful for). Yes folks…it takes two of them. And I would be lying if I didn’t mentally do a small pat on my back when they both slumped over, stared at me and said, “I don’t know how the hell you do it when your husband travels. This shit is hard.”
Yes. Yes it is. And the pat on the back wasn’t because I do a good job…oh no it isn’t. It is because sometimes…some days…I feel like a complete wreck, crazy loser…and it is good to know that, perhaps… it really is just hard as shit.
Good thing my two lil ones welcomed me back by getting me up at 4:45am this morning. After I got to sleep somewhere around 1am.
Welcome home you wreck, crazy loser.
Give me back the vodka and toilet. Wine. Zip line. Whatever.