Coronavirus may have curtailed my Costa Rica adventure, but I know my journey is just beginning

I’m sitting in an almost empty airport in San Jose after a zippy drive up the Pacific coast through the dawn with a really friendly taxi driver who treated me to The Best of Red Hot Chili Peppers for most of the way. My lack of Spanish meant we couldn’t talk much, but he smiledContinue reading “Coronavirus may have curtailed my Costa Rica adventure, but I know my journey is just beginning”

I just qualified as a yoga teacher… shame the world is ending

I’m writing this blog in a grassy clearing at the top of a jungle-covered mountain overlooking the bright blue Pacific ocean. I’ve just spent the last hour or so climbing some scarily steep, rubbly hills to get up here so I am disgustingly sweaty. I am also, slightly unnervingly, being circled by vultures. Still, I’mContinue reading “I just qualified as a yoga teacher… shame the world is ending”

Today I stared into the eyes of a Blue Morpho butterfly for ages and it was basically a religious experience

Today, while walking barefoot in the surf of a Costa Rican beach in a happy, slightly disconnected daze, I caught a flicker of dazzling blue from the corner of my eye. My first thought was that it was a bit of plastic, because it seemed so unnaturally blue, but upon closer inspection I realised itContinue reading “Today I stared into the eyes of a Blue Morpho butterfly for ages and it was basically a religious experience”

Losing my identity in the jungle

I feel like I’ve been here in Costa Rica for months. In reality it’s only been 5.5 days, and only four of them have been at yoga school, which is where I am now, by a beautiful brook in the jungle inhabited by iguanas, geckos, dragonflies, monkeys, sloths and about a bazillion unseen noisy littleContinue reading “Losing my identity in the jungle”

Fighting my inner introvert in San Jose

It’s about 2am in Costa Rica. I woke up an hour ago because my body thought it was 7am, which – at home in the UK, it was. Usually waking up naturally at the same time every day is useful for things like getting to work and going for a smug early jog, but notContinue reading “Fighting my inner introvert in San Jose”

5 packing hacks I’ve learnt while preparing for yoga teacher training in Costa Rica

I love going on adventures but I really, really, really hate packing. I don’t know why I hate it so much; it must be my Achilles heal, or athlete’s foot. I find myself doing absolutely ANYTHING else but pack in the lead up to any impending departure. I do housework, I write poems, I startContinue reading “5 packing hacks I’ve learnt while preparing for yoga teacher training in Costa Rica”

It’s official: I’m going to Costa Rica to become a yoga teacher

If you’re an average earner who’s ever spent a very large sum of money in one go with a single, terrifyingly easy click of a computer mouse, you might be familiar with the sensation I’m experiencing right now of sort of wanting to be a little bit sick. Quite a large chunk of this SundayContinue reading “It’s official: I’m going to Costa Rica to become a yoga teacher”