I love this photo taken outside of Claudio y Gloria in Coco, where I lived in Costa Rica for one year. It is a yummy little breakfast spot right on the beach, peaceful and low-key. It is absolutely impossible to be stressed out while digging into a breakfast sandwich or casado here as the waves lap ashore. What I love about this photo is that it is a realistic depiction of a place that was my own personal paradise. Yes, the grass isn’t the greenest, and there are brown patches. Some people hear the word “paradise” and think only of the most turquoise waters, white sand, and a perfect, perfect world. I loved Coco because I was myself there, down to the last imperfection. I never judged Coco, and it never judged me, patches and all.
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