Hey guys. So as far as you know, I went to Costa Rica last Thursday.
What you most likely don’t know is that I was only there for a day and a half. My wife’s grandfather passed away and I had to get back to the States to be with her and the family. Mr. Roderick was as fine a man as any I have ever known and so instead of singing a sad tale, I will do what he would have wanted me to do…Tell you a great story and show you some cool pictures.
I basically found out as soon as I landed Thursday afternoon in Liberia that I was going to have to turn right around and leave on Saturday. Mr. Roderick was a waterman at heart and therefore I knew that he would have wanted me to enjoy being on the water for the short time I would have.
There is plenty to tell about the crazy trip from Liberia to Nosara where we were staying. Let’s just say that it involved driving 2 and a half hours on mostly dirt roads through the mountains and jungle and not a whole lot of great directions. Good thing my internal global positioning system was working.
We got to the hostel around 4:30. Dropped our bags. Ran to the surf shop. Grabbed some boards. And headed to the beach. Playa Guiones to be exact.
We got in about an hour before being allowed the pleasure of one of the most beautiful sunsets I have ever seen.
The next day we got up and hit the beach again. We hired a surf instructor to work with us for a morning session and an afternoon session. If I can tell you anything, regardless of your skill level, you should consider working with an instructor. They can see things that you are doing that you cannot see. Then they can help correct them.
Christian from Agua Tibia Surf School in Nosara worked with us and I have never in my life had such a great day of surfing. He taught me so much in such a short period of time. Now I am NO Kelly Slater. Hell, I’m not even Kelly Kapowski, but I was living life like I was. I was living pura vida like I owned it.
Go back and read this post about how I was too fat to surf when I started this weight loss journey, but that it was one of my goals to lose enough weight to start. I think I can honestly say that I have gotten there and it makes me feel like a divorcee’s kid in December. Two Christmases!
We surfed most of the morning, hit the “town” for lunch (if you have ever been to Nosara you will appreciate the irony in the thought of going to “town” there) and then headed back out to the beach for the afternoon. Needless to say, we were beat by the end of the day.
I think if Mr. Roderick were still around he would have cracked up at the story of what I actually had to go through to get BACK to the States for his funeral. Long story not as long, I couldn’t catch the ONE flight back to Atlanta from Liberia on Saturday. Instead I had to book a new flight out of San Jose, 6 hours away, and then catch a 10 seat puddle jumper from Nosara in order to make the flight.
I thought that I was going to have to take a bus to San Jose, but I never would have made it. Once I realized that the small plane would only take 45 minutes…Well that left me time to catch a session before heading to the airport on Saturday morning…
I know that this post might seem like I have taken light the passing of Mr. Roderick, or that I should be more reverent about it. But I think that if you knew him, you would know that he would appreciate this. He was a man who loved to travel and see the world. He was a man who loved the ocean. He was a man who loved life and he truly lived pura vida. I am so honored to have known him.
He would have wanted me to make the most of the time that I had and I feel that I did so in his memory and honor.
I will miss you Mr. Roderick.