Cloud Nueve

John and Em, best

Em and John, whose matrimony we celebrated in Puerto Vallarta in January. Yes, our passports are a teeny bit ridiculous.

I’m home from Costa Rica, although I really wish I was still out on the ocean, looking at colorful coral and listening to the parrots in the trees. When Emily and John invited a bunch of friends to come along to celebrate Thanksgiving beach-side, visions of sea kayaks, margaritas, pool boys, and long, funny dinner conversations fueled by too much wine and filleted anything went bailando through my mind.

climbing the tree
just pee on it
ready for another day of poolside pleasantries
the perfect breakfast

Ask and you shall receive.

the girls

Costa Rica is the most beautiful, cleanest, prettiest and friendliest country I’ve ever been too. Our four-day getaway was the perfect length. Great friends, food that made us groan in gluttony, balmy weather and adventure. We sea kayaked* — my new passion. We zip lined through the rainforest, with monkeys hanging from trees watching us — the ultimate in role reversal. We cried when we had to leave our tropical paradise. Nary a sweet potato casserole was to be seen, but this is still the best Thanksgiving (best vacation, actually) I’ve ever had.

Thank you again Em and John!

~Kelli

* Apparently the resort folk aren’t too fond of those who bypass their time line for kayaking. I had a few hours first thing in the morning and I wanted to be out on the water. The gear wasn’t locked up, so I hauled it down to the water and paddled myself out. I was out there for about half an hour when I saw a red speed boat leaving the beach and headed straight toward me. They were none too pleased I’d borrowed the kayak without signing the pre-requisite waiver. As soon as I did, they smiled and sped off. I wonder if you can fit a kayak in a Honda Civic? Ruby has new competition.

my new want
on my way out with the stolen kayak
kayak, red speed boat, ocean