My answer to pretty much all of life's problems is to run away to the beach. Feeling overwhelmed? Go to the beach. Kind of bored? To the beach we go! Lonely? Sad? Frustrated? The beach it is! Shoot, if we're being honest even when I'm feeling wonderful I'm pretty sure the beach is the answer.
I have always been a firm believer in the line from the E. E. Cummings poem 'maggy and milly and molly and may':
"For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
its always ourselves we find in the sea"
Yesterday I hopped on Facebook to only be reminded that a year ago Wil and I had just gotten off of a plane in Costa Rica and ate at Denny's while listening to Michael Jackson on the radio and drinking way too much coffee while we waited for our bus to take us to the resort we would be spending the most relaxing week of our life at: Riu Palace Guanacaste.
I've already been in a rather angst-ridden-lets-run-away-to-the-beach sort of mood recently and seeing these pictures pop up and reminiscing while writing this post is just making my wanderlust pains all the worse. If I disappear anytime soon you know where to find me. I'm pretty sure this post is all over the place and there's more memories in my head than I can even get on here. Like the monkeys we could hear while lounging on the beach. The 3 different types of sand just on the beach front we had nearly to ourselves. All of the restaurants and shops and lounges waiting for us to discover, or the fact that the room was so nice it still would have been an incredible vacation staying right there.
I think the most work we did that week was calling room service for another order of nachos. All work was put aside and troubles were forgotten. Until this point I hadn't blogged the trip because I barely took a handful of photos. It was a week all about absorbing the sunshine and allowing the waves to restore our souls. While a part of me wishes that I had taken a few more, I really don't have any regrets. My utter forgetfulness of anything else going on in the world was completely worth it.
Our stay at Riu was in every part amazing. From the food to the grounds it was basically the resort of my dreams. Everyone was incredibly helpful and hospitable. And did I mention the food? And the beach. And the room. And the shows (they had nightly shows). And ev-er-y-thing.
Just in case you're wondering I love breakfast and by breakfast I mean coffee and muffins and donuts. I also hate making breakfast so any vacation that includes just having to wake up is sheer perfection. The breathtaking views and impeccable service just added to my favorite vacation to date.
Unfortunately before we were ready it was all over. We said our goodbye to the sea and headed home all too soon.
'maggy and milly and molly and may'
maggy and milly and molly and may
went down to the beach(to play one day)
and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,
and milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;
and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:
and may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.
For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
its always ourselves we find in the sea
-E. E. Cummings
This post was by no means sponsored by Riu Palace. I'm just rather obsessed with the place. But, I don't think anybody would ever have to pull my leg to go to a resort or vacation home to take pictures. Wouldn't that just be the life?