People talk about San Juan del Sur like it is some crazy party town. Because I hate almost every college age partier that I know, I had already prepared myself for spending half of my time loving Mark and the other half hating everyone else. This being said, I’d already decided that the first frat boy that drunkenly ran into me or gave Mark and I side-eye was going to get stabbed.
San Juan del Sur was beautiful, and it was also large enough that any partying was out of sight. Mark picked out the perfect place to stay, because he is a great planner and a beautiful person. However, he is not a morning person and was not into the daily photoshoot at breakfast.
On our first full day in San Juan del Sur, we did a bit of hiking along the beach. The beach right along the town’s coast is not exactly the best in the world, but it’ll do in a pinch. Also, the coast eventually turns into rocks along a cliff base, so there it was some prime coast hiking area. After we headed down the cliff face for a while, we came across some stairs that were falling apart. Because we have no respect for rules or for our own lives, we obviously had to climb up the broken staircase. There were some awesome places up that cliff. Plenty of places with amazing views, and the backdoor entrance into one of those huge Jesus statues.
We spent a lot of our time on the second day swimming in the ocean right along San Jan del Sur and exploring the town. It is definitely an awesome place, although it is definitely not as cheap as some other places in Nicaragua. Tourist prices for sure.
On our third day, we took one of the buses to Playa Madera. It is a beautiful beach that has tons of surfers. It’s also a very fun place to swim, but during the busier surf times…not so much. If you walk along the coast, you do come across some equally nice beaches with little to no surfing. One of the ladies who worked were we were staying told us that there is only a beach there and absolutely nothing else. She weren’t wrong. The hostel there had a slack line, so I was able to introduce Mark to this. We are both people who are confident in our sense of balance. We are also both people who suck at walking on the slack line.
Fifteen minutes before the last bus of the day was supposed to arrive, I went to go gather my things. I was a little worried about leaving my wallet with my stuff, but Mark and I are pretty damn smart, so we figured it would be a great idea to bury it underneath where I was leaving my shirt and sandals. We are apparently not smart enough to factor in the tide into our plans. As soon as I started to go towards my stuff, I realized that someone had moved my stuff so that it didn’t get wet in the tide. Of course, that meant that my wallet was buried in some random place on the beach. Mark and I spent about 10 minutes digging up that whole damn beach, and I spent the next 5 minutes pissed at myself and at good samaritans.
In any case, we had to go back to Costa Rica the next day. We spent our last day together exploring a tiny bit of Liberia. I expected something like San Jose, but it actually seemed like somewhere I might want to stay…and not somewhere I want to leave as soon as possible.
Mark flew out the next day, and I made my way back to Monteverde.
This might be a crappy post, but I had to rush through it so that I would put it off any more.