While we were in Costa Rica we visited a number of beaches. I was really surprised by the lack of shells. Somehow, I never imagined Costa Rica as a rocky beach sort of place, but more of a powdery sand and seashell kind of place. I mentioned this to someone at the resort we were staying at (Hotel Riu Palace Costa Rica) and they told us we needed to go to Playa Grande. The next day we were in the car and on our way.
I could not believe the shells that were on this beach. Hundreds of thousands of them and they were so different than the shells that pepper the Charleston coast. The dork that I am, I was completely fascinated. Ever since I was a little girl the plan was to be a zoologist or a marine biologist–definitely something working with animals. Here I am instead with a true fascination and love for wildlife that I hope may rub off on some of you.
I ended up finding a soaking wet butterfly in the sand. Assuming he was dead but hoping not I poked him with a shell and he gave his wings a little flutter. I picked him and he sat happily perched on my finger for a long time until he was dried out enough to fly away.
We left the beach with a bag full of free souvenirs and the memories of a relaxing stroll along the coast. Costa Rica has so many different terrains and environmental choices to choose from. Playa Grande was a small slice of paradise.
I thank God for beautiful untouched places like this. The beach wasn’t lined with resorts or shops; just palm trees, and the beach wasn’t littered with anything but shells.
If you ever visit Guanacaste I highly recommend going to this beach. It won’t disappoint.