My first glimpse of Costa Rica was at dawn on June 2nd, 1994. Jeff and I sailed into Playa Del Coco with our triumphant Guns and Roses blaring from the stereo. (We liked to make a big entrance when we came into a new port.) We wove through the boats at anchor, spun smartly upwind, and set an anchor to my soul.

Now 20 years later we are getting the band back together and bringing that promise of wild optimism, fun, and possibly loud music (if you have your own waterproof speakers and take that stuff well away from shore) to this incredible coast. Like a tiny Guanacaste seed grows into a broad green tree, the Costa Rica Sailing Center mixes metaphors and has the wind in it's teeth. Come aboard. We're expecting you!



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