I'm scraping the bottom of the Centenario rum barrel with this post.
I have a Costa Rica photo deficit this year after my camera disappeared on the beach. The theft happened on one of those perfect Dominical nights, with a low orange sun, warm sand, and the best January temps this side of the equator. However, while we were looking skyward, someone was lurking on the sand with sticky fingers.
There's an alternate version to this story: earlier that night, my husband slipped my camera over the back of his lawn chair, and the night unfolded. When the stars were bright in the sky, he collapsed the chairs and carried them to our car. Did the camera fall off somewhere in the brush? Hmmm. He says no. As you can imagine, this version is not a popular theory in our household.
Whenever we travel, mediocre photos accumulate on my iPhone like dust beneath the furniture. These photos are an eclectic and modest mix from our trip. Follow my feet...