“You should never hesitate to trade your cow for a handful of magic beans.” ― Tom Robbins
Magic...That's all I continue to say about Puerto Viejo. For some it breeds deep, wise, philosophical contentment where they have dreamt of, where they find their place in this life and others that feel the same magic surrounding them in clear azul from sky to water. Others stumble upon black magic here and everything seems to go wrong for them. It is a mystical place where if your mind, body, and soul meet the criteria, it will welcome you with open arms and salute you as you arrive on the bus sweaty and exhausted. You will instantly feel air that refreshes your internal being and know that you have arrived somewhere you have been looking for your whole life.
If Puerto Viejo is right for you, you will continue along these feelings and thrive in the sticky, dripping salt air. If not, it will chew you up chomping each bite with zest and conveniently spit you on your way. It is just like that. Either you're made for this life, it suits you, or you're not. Life is easy here and hard at the same time. Everything takes time...yet you have all the time in the world. You
You must calmly come to Puerto Viejo in search for something, not run screaming to it. If you run screaming, looking to lose yourself in easy drugs and free tequila shots, you will well..lose yourself in them. If you come with purpose in life, looking for a better way than the 9-5 rhythm that everyone steps to, then you will blossom and fall in love with a town, and it's inhabitants.
The people will have to wait for the next blog. They are vagabond nomads winding their way around the world who come, who stay, who make lives, who leave again and come back...who see the world just slightly tilted and askew from the rest, and they seem to have all found themselves here...surrounded by magic.