Approaching Playa Nicuesa by boat, the indigo ocean melts to aquamarine in the shallows where the forest-green canopy spills unimpeded into the sea. The lodge and guest cabins are invisible from the shore tucked into a dense jungle of ceiba and cedar, cacao and mango.
At 8 am sharp our group headed out in our jalopy van for a bone-jarring day trip to Playa Blanca –White Beach – on Costa Rica’ central Pacific coast, a journey our host predicted would take an hour and a half. “There are closer beaches,” he told us, “but I want one that’s safe for swimming.”
She had to mention the snakes.
“The fer-de-lance is the worst,” my friend Linda pronounced as we made plans to meet on my upcoming trip to Costa Rica.
Antigua is a mile square city of restored colonial houses, cobblestones streets and historic churches, where Maya women still practice their ancient textile arts and a fervent Catholic community stages one of the of the most exuberant Lent and Holy Week celebrations in the world.
One of our goofiest, geekiest, right-brain-iest travel pleasures is our trip each March to the Maya Meetings sponsored by the Mesoamerican Center at the University of Texas.
Books: Antigua Guatemala: The City and Its Heritage by Elizabeth Bell. Travelers’ Tales Central America by Larry Habegger and Natanya Pearlman, Eds. Guatemala Rainbow by Gianni Vecchiato. A stunning photographic tribute to the culture, daily life, festivals … Continued