For the past two weeks I have been on the road. According to my company I was on holiday, personally I would say I was “In Transit”. We were scheduled to depart Costa Rica on Saturday 18th September to head back to the UK to take part in J’s brother’s wedding down in Cornwall before heading over to Finland to see my family for a few days. Unfortunately, the weather gods were of a different opinion. Heavy clouds and general bad weather prevented the aircraft from landing at SJO, redirecting the plane to Panama instead and us back to our mountain.
Luck was on our side the following day, and by mid morning we were on the plane and on our way towards Europe. Due to the delay we only had one day in London before we headed down to Cornwall for the festivities. I really like Cornwall. The nature down there is simply amazing, and the fact that you can surf obviously makes it all so much better!
Unfortunately the cold does bother me. During this visit I realised that I have become quite a spoiled brat from all the surfing in +29C waters over here in Costa Rica. So spoiled in fact that even in my wetsuit it took me almost two days to warm up again following the two sessions I had in the water. Brrr..
Another thing I didnt remember was that surfing in a wet suit is not the same as surfing in a bikini! The usual “slip and slide” style of surfing in a bikini while covered in sun block was ruthlessly swopped into “swimming in jelly” battling with the waves while the wetsuit seemed to suck itself to the board.
Ah, I cannot wait to be back in the waves in Barranca or Esterillos Oeste.
But back to Cornwall for a little bit longer. The wedding was beautiful and made the long trip down there worth while many times over. The lovely little church in Rock managed to host the ~100 guests for the 45 minutes long ceremony, before the marquee on the cliffs overlooking Padstow took over with its delicious offerings of champagne, canapees, gorgeous dinner and melt in your mouth cupcakes washed down with dessert wine.
The days in Cornwall flew by and before we knew it we were on the plane to Finland for some more family gatherings over abundant food and drink. We were extremely lucky with the weather, so J got to see our island and pick chantarelles in beautiful autumn sunshine before trying out the island sauna in the calm September evening before enjoying some home smoked flounder in a lovely heated cabin.
Before our return to the UK we also did a brief stop over in my home town to see my aunt and her husband as well as my little god daughter Maja Ingrid. Being back there felt so natural, while at the same time it magnified the feeling of being very far away while over here in Costa Rica. I guess it doesnt really matter where you are in the world, the people you love are always with you in your heart. But sometimes physical distance can definitely make itself felt.
Our return to Costa Rica started already in Finland where we managed to fill our suitcase to the brim with all kinds of goodies. Upon arrival in the UK for a brief overnight stopover and last dinner with J’s family, we easily managed to fill the second one as well with even more excellent items to take back with us. I have bought tea, peanutbutter without salt, running shoes, a backpack, sea salt from Cornwall, sweeties, Weleda showergel, books, magazines, mugs, tea strainers, exercise clothes, dessert wine… A random selection of treasures to take back to our sunny paradise.
Following an approximately 18hrs long trip that started on Saturday morning UK time and ended on Saturday evening CR time we finally arrived back up on our mountain. The last two weeks over here have apparently been horrendously rainy, with all mayor highways collapsing and our neighbouring mountain top crumbling into a muddy mess. But nevertheless its been fantastic to be home. Sofiasen was over the moon when we arrived on Saturday night and has been all soppy since. We brought her two new toys – both have already been christened in water and dirt.
Being back on the mountain feels somewhat strange though. I cannot really believe its only a few days since we were thousands of kilometres away, somewhere that feels like a different world now that we are back home again. It was wonderful to see everyone I managed to see, although I definitely didnt get to spend enough time with them and I do feel I missed out slightly on seeing many many others.
But its good being back, and now the countdown to the dry season can definitely start! Bring on sun and surf! And obviously also the visits from everyone in Europe!