Jaco, Costa Rica.
I hadn’t planned on going to Jaco, Costa Rica. But in Little Corn I befriended a girl who lived there and invited me to stay with her for a few days when she got back. By day we’d hike up the hill or walk on the beach. By night we’d catch a movie, drink some ladies night drinks, or make hummus or chickpea burgers from scratch. It was a nice little break from hostel life that made me miss having access to those comforts of home: a kitchen (many hostels have them, but it’s a pain to really cook in them), a movie theater, neighbors, pizza deals, friends.