Traveling by the seat of my pants, with no reservations, plans, or agenda; I always expect a few bumps in the road.  As we traveled on the shuttle bus towards Santa Theresa, I marveled at the beautiful lush green landscape of Costa Rica.  As time quickly faded into the past, we arrived at our destination with only one goal in mind; to find a place to sleep.  The other travelers and I quickly bonded while we searched from place to place. It was two days before New Years; desperation was slowly creeping in as the sad news that every suitable accommodation was filled.                                                                                                                    

The only available place to stay was a shady campground, complemented by two old shabby tents.  The clock was ticking, so we decided to grab what we could, store our backpacks and continue the search.  Finally, a reservation never showed, we lucked out with a beautiful seaside cabin.  Reveling in our good fortune, we sipped Imperial on our porch to the great conversation of travel.                                                                                                                                                  The question of “should we or shouldn’t we hit the town tonight” came up, and me, being a pioneer of pleasure, was able to persuade one of my comrades to join me for a few drinks in town.  As we walked the dusty dirt roads, it was clear that the booming commercialization had yet to make its way to Santa Theresa.  The Day and Night bar, located right on the beach, was a happening place filled with open travelers seeking stories, friendship, and romance.  It wasn’t long before we were chatting up three cute Tico girls.  The language barrier was quickly broken down by openness, alcohol, and the desire to reach out and make new friends.     

 She caught my eye right away with her soothing presence and adorable brown eyes.  Eyes speak the language of the soul; they will tell you everything you need to know about someone.  Hers told me of subtle passion and longing for fleeting love.  Before the night ended, we were exchanging soft passionate kisses under the radiant glow of the moon and the twinkles of the stars.  Her big luscious lips entranced me in delight as we enjoyed the embrace of fresh love.  The day’s long desperate search ended in the perfection of a first kiss; telling my being to never stop moving toward the unknown horizon before me.  It’s the pursuit of what I do know or expect that fills me with enchanting beauty.  Being pleasantly surprised each step of the way; I take nothing for granted, each moment in time lingering forever in my traveling heart.