(Mr and Mrs Smith) – I flew to Costa Rica in search of sunshine. As it turns out, I found so much more than that. The country is raw, spirited and rough-edged in places – and it’s a far cry from city life in London. Among the surf breaks, jungle canopies and dirt tracks, I found a real sense of adventure; a proper switch-off. But – perhaps most importantly – I found romantic reconnection.
Sendero Hotel
For the love of the ocean
The surf and swell are reason alone to visit Nosara, and especially Sendero Hotel, where boards are stacked at the entrance and sunrise coffees and cakes are laid out for early-risers. We book in for a lesson on day one, and it’s here that our surfing careers begin.
Quickly addicted, we settle into a hypnotic rhythm: out on the water each morning and often into the late afternoon. The free-spirited town is tiny, with just a handful of streets. But there’s all you need (bar a working ATM, but that’s another story) and Sendero is a hub in itself, with a surf shop, coffee cart, art gallery, shaded courtyard pool and exceptional restaurant (order the fall-off-the-bone chicken and the roasted cauliflower). Rooms are neutral toned and boho in style, with butter-soft sheets and an outdoor terrace fitted with a romance-inducing shower. Our days in Nosara are fuss-free: this town with a beautiful old soul, weathered by the water.
— Hannah Dace
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By Hannah Dace
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