Photo Credit : David Kalani
With a quiet whoosh the sleek hull of the catamaran slices through the blue waters of the Pacific, its sails snapped tight. There’s an elemental pleasure that comes from harnessing the wind and after visiting San Juan del Sur for more than a decade, I’ve learned that there’s no better way to experience this stunning coastline. Yes you could take a motorized boat, hike the high cliffs or stroll along the beaches, but that can’t compare with the intimate connection with the ocean that you get under sail.
We set of in the early afternoon. The offshore winds fill the mainsail as we round smoothly out of San Juan del Sur bay. Captain Zach keeps us close to the shore and I watch the beautiful bays of Nacascolo and Marsella pass by, the gentle tingle of ocean spray on my face.
Seabirds cry overhead as we pass the famous Maderas break dotted with bobbing surfers and onto Playa Majagual with its prominent pointed bluff. A pod of dolphins accompanies us for a while, frolicking in the bow wave.
It’s experiences like this that draw us quietly, firmly into the present moment. They remind us just how beautiful the world can be.
Another flash of sand against the blue, one more towering headland and there it is: Playa Blanca. Unspoiled, intimate, evocative.
The first time I saw this beach I fell for it… hard.
Candidate for the most picturesque beach in Nicaragua, the gentle curve of sparkling sand is bordered by a sea of intense blue on one side and steep tree-lined hills on the other. Rocky formations reach into the ocean void to complete the spectacle.
An uncommon sense of calm pervades this place.
A breeze blows, but the bay is still. I slip gently into the water and float towards the sand.
I feel invigorated by the peace that emerges as I became part of the stunning natural landscape and look back at the catamaran anchored in repose. It’s a reminder that real life does sometimes need escaping; that our soul does sometimes need recharging.
Breathe in. Breathe out. This time. This place. Being here is what it’s all about.
With the sun arcing lower in the sky, the sails unfurl and tighten ready for the trip back to San Juan del Sur. I watch the water reflecting colors of bright orange, lilac and pink into the luminous sky. Again I feel the rush of the boat beneath me, the tingle on my face.
I’m recharged. Renewed. Ready.