About four years ago, I went to this surf / yoga camp. At the time it was called Dreamcatcher House and after the recommendation of an avid surfer (a family friend) and some trusted Trip Advisor reviews, I decided this place was worth checking out. There was one main house with a newly built guest house which we filled up for a week of much anticipated surfing lessons.
Now, that place has evolved into a village and is a beautifully curated brand boasting a furniture line as well. With a Millennial-packed Instagram following, it isn't quite as easy to book a getaway to this jungle paradise.
The beauty of this place, and probably more so in the early years, was that it was a gathering of like-minded people somewhere off the grid in Nicaragua, Costa Rica's cheaper younger brother. A mix of entrepreneurs, surfers, spiritual dreamers & doers, it attracted the kind of person who can "vacation" without electricity, forgo their reflection in the mirror and ignore the confines of a set "schedule." It appealed to the individual who without question, will pile on the back of a pickup truck for dinner, not asking where to but more so enjoying the ride there.
It's the closest thing I've experienced to as summer camp for adults without all the organized activities. And even though that week, I only surfed (ok, attempted to) for one day, what I did gain from it was a really great friend and a real reminder of why I travel. It's the people you meet along the way. Her energy, contagious. Her authenticity, enviable. Her passion for helping people, admirable.
I reconnected with Bailey before and after her 9-month project in India. Should I have visited her in India? Regretfully, yes. Instead, we brunched in Brooklyn, walked around Central Park and visited the Guggenheim. I wished her well as she heads home to start a new chapter back home in Toronto. What's next for us? Who knows? Maybe a trip to Canada or to revisit Nicaragua. Or somewhere entirely new. That's the beauty of making friends in new places.
Stay bitten ;)