Miles of uncrowned beach break, minimal development but yet adequate (as well as adorable) accommodations, dirt roads - the town was immediately appealing as it was not developed as a tourist destination but it still had sufficient services There would be a few hostels, a few restaurants and maybe a surf shop clustered together, then a stretch of road with very little, then another little crop. Dirt paths big enough for a motorcycle or bicycle but usually not wide enough for a car lead to the beach.
We drove down the road and looked at a few places to stay. All were acceptable, but this one place caught my eye and I wanted to see what they had to offer in our price range. Disfrutalo Villas had individual ranchos (small cabinas with palapa style roofs) as well as some dorms. The one we were shown was a private rancho completely enclosed in lush vegetation, and tons of mango trees. Once inside, the rancho had a wrap around deck with hammocks and chairs, a kitchen and little living room area with the bed upstairs in the loft. We fell in love. But it was out of our price range and we had just been talking about the need to watch our expenditures as Costa Rica was costing us more than anticipated. We drove down the street, about 2 blocks if that, and contemplated how much we could save if we made all our own meals. What the hell - we turned around and moved into our oasis (at $38 a night). For 3 nights we enjoyed the luxury of our own little cozy home where ripe mangos fell conveniently from the trees every morning providing free breakfast.
The surf varied from our first day when there was little happening, to a couple days later when the swell had really picked up. It was a good beach break, sandy bottom, rights and lefts and little crowd to speak of. In the realm of “it’s a small world” we were walking down the beach when someone called John’s name. We figured it was someone we had met at another beach here in Costa Rica. However it turned out to be Chris from Los Angeles, someone John had worked with sometime last year. Yes, it really is a small world. 
As we were heading out of town we drove down to take one last look at the beach. The surf was going off - perfect peeling rights and lefts. Even though we had been out earlier we were tempted to get back in the water. Only problem was that we had checked out of the hotel and the car was packed, so we would have had to wrestle to see who stayed behind with the stuff. To protect our marriage we decided we would just continue on with as planned and head north - en-route back to Tamarindo.
