I was twenty seven years old in 2009. I had yet to ever take a real vacation. Little did I know that taking a trip to Costa Rica would irrevocably alter the course of my life.
My Aunt is originally from Costa Rica. My Aunt, Uncle, and two cousins travel down to Costa Rica every year in the summer to visit family. In the past they have offered to show me around if I ever wanted to come down, and for whatever reason I never took them up on their offer. That year I finally did. I bought my plane tickets and flew down to spend two weeks, at the end of July and first part of August, with them. I stayed in family homes and avoided tourist trap locations. Some of the trip highlights included several days lounging around at a beach cottage, a zip-line canopy tour, hanging bridges hike through a forest, visiting a volcano, and bungee jumping off a bridge.