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We fell in love in Costa Rica I took a chance inviting you. You thought I was being polite. I was being serious. Less than a year in, never having spent more than 48 hours together, you went on a trip with me, my sister, and her boyfriend to celebrate my 30th birthday. I celebrated my birthday in the states a week before we left. We had dinner at a cider brew house because cider is your favorite, and I wanted you to be comfortable meeting my family. You said you knew that’s when it was serious. Before dinner you surprised me with your ticket. I almost said I loved you because that’s when I knew. Costa Rica was the most beautiful place I had ever been. It was the first time either of us had been out of the country, but it was my first time in love. I took in the sights around me. The luscious jungle, the gorgeous beaches, waking up beside you every morning. My relationship with my mother tongue is complicated, so Spanish sounds like a radio out of tune. I can understand every few words, but I can’t piece it together. We bonded in our lack of understanding while my sister and her boyfriend translated everything. We visit a Bri Bri village in Cahuita to learn their art of chocolate making. You impress me with your blow dart skills when they ask you to try. I catch the eye of the shaman and he makes me a necklace. I feel honored, but mostly proud of you. We swim near a waterfall and I’m too scared to go under. You help me conquer my fear and we make out beneath the thundering water. I can’t hear anything, but I can feel you and that’s all that matters. I get drunk at my birthday dinner. You don’t really drink much but you indulge me. You take care of me and we try to have sex on a hammock in the jungle that night. We have to miss our snorkeling trip because of the morning rain, but we make it to the beach and swim and sunbathe on Playa Negra. The black sand is other worldly and you roll around in it despite the heat. It makes me giggle, but everything you do does. We go to Cahuita National Park and it’s gorgeous. We finally get the courage to wander on our own and I get to see you in action. You’re a talented photographer, and I love watching you capture the way the waves crash on the rocks on the edge of the beach. We also see some little monkeys and they make us smile. I find I’m smiling a lot this trip. The next day we go to the Jaguar Rescue and you take pictures of the baby sloths while I adore them. And you. We leave the island with one regret. We didn’t get to surf. We promise each other we’ll be back. In fact, I say I want to move there. Why don’t we rent a van and explore the country for months, dividing our time between the States and our new found paradise? When things get tough, when I say, “don’t forget me,” you say, “how could I? We’ll always have Costa Rica. That’s where we fell in love.”