Resistance and change

The raw beauty of the little beach town Montezuma is so special that a part of me feels at home the second I arrive.

The hostel sits on top of the cliffs as if it was the only survivor of a long gone storm.

Up there the palm trees are quietly rocking in the wind and hammocks are swaying in the wind.

Down below the coast is ruff. The waves are beating against the rocks like there is no tomorrow.

But if look closely you can find orange and purple crabs between the rocks chasing for food as well as little fish playfully following each other in the warm sea salt water that the hide tide has left in puddles all over the rocks.

Down below where the water has raged enough little bays with cristal clear sand have appeared.

A few stops earlier in La Fortuna I met a very nice group of people. We met while hiking to the volcano lagoon, ended up going to the hot springs the same evening, having beers in a pub the next day…It felt good to have the same people around for more than just a few hours. I realize how much I enjoy the first few hours or even days with a new group of people. There is so much you don't know about one another that is yet to be discovered. And while you unravel each others histories, types of humors or simply get to know their favorite meal these strangers slowly start evolve into something familiar and save.

Before I started to travel I wasn't aware of how quick homes and with it the people around you change. And while this may be one of the greatest ways to experience freedom and independence I realize that the prospect of traveling with people together was feeding another need of mine - the need for connection, continuity and unity.

The two days in Montezuma I spend with one of my new friends and since she is busy writing uni applications I stroll around the beach and the rocks, take a bath in the hostels private little sea pool and listen to the waves that playfully wash around the rocks. And I think to myself that maybe people are like waves. They come and they go and sometimes they'll wash together in a pool, to stay there for a little longer. Just until other waves will come and wash everything away. And within this we're able to find both: freedom and connection, resistance and change.