Why We’re Moving to the Beach!

Knowing the sea is just a walk away brings out the best in us. I think what solidified this truth was our Honeymoon in Costa Rica.

My husband was living on the beach when we met. As we started to grow into each other, I spent a lot of time at this coastal spot with him. Beach jogs, evening surf (wind chop down here probably–although there those special days when you can really surf down the line) sessions, football games at the Irish pub–beach breaks during half time, a night in with Netflix, a night out on the town, doggy parks, Art Deco design, landscape designs, a Lush shop just down the street, Art galleries, poets, some of the best food in the nation and so many more memorable adventures happened while he lived there.

Now, as “married folk,” we have decided to go for it again. I just have to face it: We are just one of those couples that’s happier on the beach. Knowing the sea is just a walk away brings out the best in us. I think what solidified this truth was our Honeymoon in Costa Rica. The zen hotel, the daily surfing rituals, the nightly Buddhist chants of our neighbors, the monkeys in the morning, waves, all dogs off leashes, surfers from all over the world in one tight spot (talk about multi-cultural!), yoga junkies, fresh food, the biggest pastel colored marshmallows in the world, some clear light alcohol drink my husband introduced me too, Buddha paintings, horses, bad wifi, candle lit nights, vines in the shower…need I say more?

Now we are back in the city, trying so hard to stay in "pura vida" mode. My hair started dreading from the constant surfing over there; I still haven't washed it since we've been back (you can keep that info to yourselves). Everyday it dreads a little more and more, into these small golden and auburn ropes. I've been using the old baby powder, dry shampoo and sea water hair tricks, but if I don't wash and brush it out soon, the dreads will become permanent.

We wrote “Luna de Miel” on the shore during a sunset; it means “honeymoon” in English.

While this new place is definitely not Costa Rica (it’s actually pretty urban and a teensy too loud for my taste), it is a beach; it’s still Mother Ocean–even if it is one of her more funky spots.

Why we are moving to the beach...

Old little buddha under our kitchen window…

Why we are moving to the beach...

The plants seem to be doing well here; I think we will too…

Here’s a Sneak Peak of the upcoming “Before and Afters” of this move to the beach (the befores lol):

Here's a Sneak peak of the "Befores" of the upcoming "Before and Afters" of this move to the beach:

I really like these square-round arches throughout a few of the doorways.

Here's a Sneak peak of the "Befores" of the upcoming "Before and Afters" of this move to the beach:

And obviously I’m in love with what’s left of some old fire place.

So far, we have a few ideas for this fire place space. I like the idea of putting books stacked inside of it, or maybe a little Buddha grotto? We are still brainstorming.

Here's a Sneak peak of the "Befores" of the upcoming "Before and Afters" of this move to the beach:

We made sure the most important things got over there first…

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