Summer Trips

While some of us are baking in the dry, 105 degree Boise heat, others are getting rained on in the wet and green season down south. I just recently came back from a ten day drip to Avellanas, checking on all the goings-on that have been happening since we left in March.

It’s a very nerve-wracking notion: buying a big home, falling in love with it after putting in so much blood sweat and tears, (and money), carving out a niche for ourselves in Avellanas by turning it into a boutique bed and breakfast, only to board it up and leave it for seven months a year. Lucky for us we have the best contractor in Guanacaste, and long term renters that love our home as much as we do. However, it still breaks our hearts a little bit each time we think about our Casa Kaiki, all alone, missing us.

But seriously, it’s incredible to see the destruction that takes place regularly, to a home in the jungle, in such heat, and such humidity: trees falling, ant infestations, mold covering the sidewalks, vines forcing their ways into windows and doors. And leaving the house on it’s own for so long, without making any sort of repairs or managing small problems would be detrimental to us and our business, come October.

I had never spent much time in Costa Rica during wet season, only one short trip last July, which lasted for about a week. I couldn’t prepare myself for the technicolor greens that awaited me. When we left in March, Guanacaste could be mistaken for southwest Idaho, with all its dead browns and dry heat. Guanacaste is unique in that no other state in Costa Rica undergoes such changes throughout the year. Our region is called the “dry forest” for a reason. But while the dry persists for half the year, as soon as the first rain hits in May, an almost overnight transformation occurs. Nothing indeed dies, but instead lays dormant, waiting for some mere drops of wet season sprinkles, and the green returns in abundance.

Not only does color fill the region, but so do the mangoes, the butterflies, the mamonchinos, and the bugs.

There is no way of outsmarting and out bug-spraying the mosquitos of the wet season. They are abundant. Even with our All Terrain bug cream, that I have found works better than absolutely anything, you will end up with bites. But with the bad comes with the good, huh? As it always does. And the bad really isn’t so bad.

Another observation I made about green season, is that it could also be called ghost season. Not in the creepy sense, although now I’m re-thinking calling it that because now my mind is filled with some pretty unsettling thoughts and images. Avellanas turns into a complete ghost town during May and June. Many of the people that live there, live seasonally, so their houses are vacant. Several of the few larger hotels and bed and breakfasts close down for renovations. Restaurants are closed, tourists are very scarce. The plus side of this, is that the beaches are completely deserted. It’s surreal to be on the beach at Avellanas, in front of Lola’s, which is usually teeming with vacationers, (and locals), enjoying a Pilsen, essentially alone. So tranquil, quiet, and the tiniest bit lonely.

My husband is there now, taking the second shift, and even a few weeks later, he has noticed that our neighbors are on their way back and tourists are on their way.  Tamarindo streets are getting crowded once again and he’s hearing a lot more English spoken in the grocery stores.

Throughout our two separate trips to Costa Rica, we were able to collaborate and compile a large list of all the improvements that we will begin taking on upon our return. It’s exciting to think about the transformations that have already occurred at Casa Kaiki within the last year, and it’s even more exciting to envision what the next few years will bring.

We will begin opening up dates soon on airbnb, so people can begin booking. Stay tuned for updates. We look forward to hosting you again, or meeting you for the first time. We ensure that your vacation with us will be full of love, sun, good food and memories. Pura vida đŸ™‚