The pure joy of a first experience

When is the last time you experienced a first? Most of us don’t remember our first steps or words, but the adults around us who witnessed them remember them with awe. You probably remember your first heartbreak or the first time you did your taxes and felt very grown up (well, I felt utter terror). Firsts don’t have to be huge to be remarkable and memorable, but I think the joy they bring is priceless.

Today I want to share with you a few firsts I experienced over the last weeks in Costa Rica – I’m still smiling when I think about them.

The first first: cold

My cousin really likes cold plunges and scheduled to do one in one of the only places offering them in Guanacaste, a holistic wellness spot in Tamarindo, about 30 minutes away from where I’m staying. Curious about what a cold plunge entails, I asked him for details. It turns out that you (voluntarily) immerse yourself in very cold water for 5 to 10 minutes. Whether this has any extraordinary health benefits or not remains to be seen, but since the average temperature here has been 35 degrees Celsius, an ice bath sounded freaking great! I signed up because I had never done one before (save the 12 seconds I plunged in an Icelandic lake or 25.5 seconds I go in the cold pools at the spa) so… why not?

Once at the wellness centre I asked the kind owners how I should go about it. They offered some breathing tips, said it’s best to immerse yourself as quickly as possible, and assured me it’s ok if I only make it to a minute or 2. Armed with the bravery of one who doesn’t quite know what they’re getting into, I plunged. And then I stayed. The 12 degree water feels like… well, being encased in ice, if I’m being honest. But I somehow got used to it, focusing on making conversation with the owners as opposed to focusing on my thoughts, which were basically a loop of ermygawedthisisfreakingfreezing for 5 minutes. I learned that if you stay absolutely still you don’t feel it as much anymore, but as soon as you move different parts get exposed to the icy water and you feel it all over again. I wasn’t sure my legs would work well enough to be able to get out of the bathtub but I was pleasantly surprised. I got out and towelled off, feeling incredibly refreshed.

As I was paying up and getting ready to leave, I thought it was a great first cold plunge and something I would definitely try again, if only as a way to cool off from the tropical heat. Not sure if the poor guy who went after me would – they realized when he kept asking how much longer that they forgot to turn the timer on.

The second first: bulls

I was lucky enough to visit Guayabo, a charming town at the base of the Miravalles volcano, during the weekend of the annual festejo, i.e. traditional festival. After having a delicious meal in one of the local sodas (a family-owned restaurant that serves traditional Costa Rican food), my cousin asked if I had ever seen bull riding shows. As a staunch city dweller, I have not.

We paid our 3,ooo colones ($8.50 CAD) entrance fee and found a seat to watch the 14 bulls and their riders put on a show, equal in entertainment to the very animated announcer. I’m not entirely sure of the etiquette for bull riding but I for one was rooting for the bulls. I was fascinated watching the folks hanging out at the edges of the ring, taunting the bulls, and jumping up the sides when an understandably pissed off bull would charge at them. I am very glad I caught a snippet of a bull who was much more interested in grazing the grass than anything else (ahem, giving decidedly Ferdinand vibes).

I am glad I got to see this show, I would likely watch another one – if only to root for the docile bull in the gang.

The third first: community

On the second night of checking out the Guayabo festival, I had the immense pleasure of watching a tope, which is a horse parade. Imagine the town’s main street lined up on both sides with all dwellers from the area, young and old, bringing their own chairs, food, and drinks to watch an impressive array of horses and riders show off their skills, often accompanied by live bands. I honestly could not stop grinning. I was mesmerized by what I dubbed ‘the dancing horses’ and actually burst out crying with joy, wondering how this is my life.

I had never seen something like this before, I share it here with you hoping that you feel even a spark of the wonder I experienced. The dancing horses, the proud riders, the live bands, the people dressed in cowboy gear talking and laughing in the streets – it was abundantly clear how this festival brings everyone together. It was a community event in the best sense of the word, and I feel like we need community more than ever.

The fourth first: nature

This one happened purely by chance and I am so grateful it did. My cousin’s farm in Miravalles is at the base of a dormant volcano, with a gorgeous valley spreading out across the street. Its distance from cities and light pollution sources make it great for watching the night sky – imagine my surprise when I looked up at the full moon to see a perfect circle around it. I tapped my cousin on the shoulder and asked him to look up at the moon. His ‘whoa, what is that?’ reaction reassured me that I wasn’t hallucinating.

While hoping for aliens (that would be a super cool first!) I later found out it is a phenomenon called a moon halo. It was my first time seeing this and while not as grand as seeing the Milky Way in the Sahara it was definitely memorable. I am incredibly humbled every time I glimpse something Mother Nature shows us – humbled by how perfect it is, how small we are, and how much we should work to protect it.

The next first?

I look forward to a next first, whether it is an experience I sign up for or a natural wonder that reveals itself to me. This planet and its inhabitants have so much to offer, all we have to do is be open, be curious, and say yes to things. I won’t chase these first experiences but I welcome the joy they bring. They make my heart full and I can’t stop grinning, like a kid experiencing cotton candy or a roller coaster for the first time (sometimes the order matters). Remember,we are never too old to try something for the first time, never too old to be joyful.

How about you, reader? What brings you joy? Share a first that delighted you recently, or how you make sure you’re open to these experiences.