15- Samara, Costa Rica

This was my first trip on my own after packing up everything and leaving LA– my home of 9 years. I was alone in Samara and walked along this beach everyday into the little town where I’d go to get fresh fruit every morning for much less than I was used to paying for something so nourishing and tasty. Unbeknownst to me, my airbnb didn’t have hot water, but it didn’t matter. It rained every single night on the tin roof and I slept like a baby. The people here were so nice and everyone seemed happy here– a change of pace from where I came from.