That's my conclusion: reality sucks. :::as I sit here with a pile of used tissues in front of me, dying from the nasty cold that Lily and I got on the airplane home:::
Every single time we get back from Costa Rica we try to concoct a way to move there. Dustin and I share grandiose ideas with one another about selling our properties here, putting our belongings in storage, going over there, rent for a year and see if we like it... and so on. Our original ten year plan of running a bed and breakfast or a cafe over there just seems too far away.
But then... we think too much, life gets back to normal and we push the thoughts out of our heads for another year. Yes, it's probably true that the fantasy of what living in Costa Rica would be like is much better than what the reality would be...but you never know. We don't want to live with the regret of not taking the chance either. Ahhhh, choices.
As far as our trip...it was AMAZING. One of our best, without a doubt. Lily did well (which I'll post about on Promoted to Motherhood), everyone got along well, the food was great, the weather was good, the scenery was incredible. The surf for the guys could have been a little better but hey, they were better than Florida waves.
We swam...
We ate, even home cooked meals by my husband, my dad and Kendra...
We hung out with great friends and family...
We went to the beach...
We went ATVing through the mountains of Jaco...
We hiked....
And we relaxed...
It was such an incredible way to spend a vacation, surrounded with family and friends.
People ask us all of the time, "Don't you guys want to go anywhere else?"...
and we always say, "Why would we?".
See you in 2011. Pura Vida!
