The day we decided to walk through the countryside to Playa Rincon.
It started out by being a supposed 10-kilometer walk.
The locals already considered us crazy for even having the idea of walking there.
Soon they kept adding kilometers and we never seemed to get any closer.
In the end, I believe we covered 20?
I don't know, but maybe afterward being called locos made more sense.
It really didn't matter.
We had an amazing walk through the jungle covered hills.
Slowly making it through the colorful villages.
The people live in these small shed-like houses with their whole families.
Lives we couldn't even imagine, and they are genuinely happy and so generous.
There isn't a better way we could have taken in the culture.
These laid back people sat on their porches in their plastic chairs, watching us walk along in on-and-off rain showers.
We took in everything from the chickens to the fruit stands.
By the end, the beach was finally in sight and we were so over the walking.
Some locals let us jump I'm their pick-up, and we followed the crater filled dirt road to the end.
We FINALLY made it to the beach.
The incredibly windy beach, that was about to get stormed on.
