Flanked by 11 frothing teenagers, I recently boarded an international flight bound for Costa Rica. We arrived in the bustling capital of San Jose and made our way to the gorgeous seaside town of Playa Hermosa along the Pacific Coast, where the lush resort Terazza Del Pacifico awaited.
Once checked in, the groms and I threw our luggage into our rooms and bolted for the surf. Donning only board shorts, we stood nearly paralyzed in the warm tropical sun, mouths agape as perfect emerald green waves unfurled to shore. As we paddled out the crew and I let out a collective shout for joy, as we had made it to paradise!
As surf trips go, I’ve found there is a certain progression shared by most surfers with regard to surf travel, and Costa Rica typically falls somewhere mid-range on the surf adventure “core” scale. Certainly more feral than Hawaii but less core than Alaska or Madagascar — think grizzly bears and big bugs, respectively.
