…Or, as I call it, Impromptu Trip To Costa Rica.
I am almost a year late on this post.
I am a person who travels. I am meant to travel and my love of movement finally prevailed back in November of 2015… somewhat accidentally!
A friend of mine and I decided to take a short getaway and leave from Toronto, Ontario (Canada) and fly to Chicago, Illinois (U.S.A). I should point out that that I didn’t consider this a ‘trip’-trip. I have been to Chicago many times, and it was just to get away and have a little fun.
Well, upon searching flights we made a discovery. There was a destination that was cheaper to fly to than Chicago…
… Hello, San Jose, Costa Rica!
This trip was important for me because save for a few small trips (which I am sure I will touch upon later and in different posts), like the jaunt to Chicago was SUPPOSED to be, I had been in a bit of a stasis, paralyzed with grief and at a standstill, since my cat died some years prior.
Going to Costa Rica was not planned, it was spontaneous and unexpected and it was very necessary for me, not to mention utterly thrilling. I wouldn’t have necessarily chosen Costa Rica on my own, but I am SO grateful we went.
This is going to mostly be a photo story post..