Bextacy Blog

When I was little my parents always talked about their different travel experiences.  I love their stories of Europe and Central America.  My favorite one of all was about their trip to Flamingo Beach in Costa Rica.  For some reason as a five year old I got it in my head that it was full of flamingos; I could just imagine the entire beach Land in Costa Rica covered in beautiful pink flamingos.  Although I knew this wasn’t true by my teens I chose to take trip there anyway.  Even though I didn’t find a pink blanket of flamingos covering the beachfront I still found a luxurious and splendid nirvana.