Eleutheromania (n): an intense and irresistible desire for freedom.
It has been three weeks since I began my solo adventure in Costa Rica, and I feel as if I am just settling in. I don’t want it to end. I have garnered a sense of comfort in being on my own, enhanced by the beautiful landscapes, the uplifting vibe of a proud culture and inquisitive strangers who have become friends. Embracing the opportunity to immerse myself into the soul of a foreign country, vulnerable and wide-eyed, has reinforced the notion that life is all about the adventure. Traveling alone heightens that experience in a way no other method can.
As I wake up in a hammock on the porch – to the sound of the neighbor’s chickens crowing and coconuts falling to the ground – my primary thought is how fortunate I am to be here! The stress of navigating unmarked highways (actually dirt roads), stumbling through conversations in broken Spanish and keeping safety top of mind has dissipated. Instead, I acknowledge the hiccups along the way as small victories that together result in one of the most rewarding experiences of my life to date.