Super 60 Surfer

We all have a calling, be it to a person , a place, or activity. A calling seems to satisfy something that makes us feel... like ourselves... at peace. My calling is to surf in Costa Rica. In November 2019, I saw an opening and took it. I made a quick plan and boarded the airplane. (Thanks,  Edwin Rojas )  Crocodiles: The trip from the airport to Jaco would be incomplete without a stop at Crocodile Bridge. We stopped and looked down the ravine to see bunch of long logs. Oh, wait! They weren't logs! It was thrilling to see crocodiles so far away. I later learned they are not alway in the rivers. We arrived at Sandpiper Inn, a little piece of heaven, just outside Jaco and on the beach. I had a room on the second floor with a little balcony with a great view of the Ocean.  Looking Down Into the Room on the Open-Air S pace Open Air Restaurant The View From My Room Balcony  #Hikes: You don't have to go very far to be on a high elevation in the rain

Surf Camp The day finally came! After saving money and vacation time from work, it was time to go to the airport. I stepped on the plane from chilly NJ to Costa Rica.  My surfing adventures to date had left me with 2 boards, 1 wetsuit and a lot of wipeouts. I'd wanted to go to a place where I could go surfing every day with good instructors. A friend told me about a surf camp in Jaco, Puntarenas Province, Costa Rica, so I made my plans and went.  OK, I'll let you in on a secret. I wanted to compete as a surfer, as unlikely as that sounds. I wasn't going to be stopped. I'm not talking about the "World Tour." The annual local beach clam bake and surf contest would be fine. That's still a stretch and there was work to do. I was picked up at the airport by Edwin, a friend to this day, who drove me to the camp in Jaco. I felt like I'd stepped into a postcard. Costa Rica has a topography caused by one huge tectonic plate slipping under