On the Pacific Ocean side of Costa Rica, close to Nicaragua is Tamarindo. It's in the Guanacaste region. Such an incredible surf town with all the charm of a rustic Costa Rica. First you have to fly from San Jose on the smallest plane in the world (kept my eyes closed most of the time). The runway is a dirt road with the potential of cattle walking on it at any given time. Rent a 4X4 or else you'll be sorry, because the roads are so horrible. There's a monster big sinkhole in the middle of town that's always filled with brown water, but that's part of Tamarindo's charm. The sunsets are exquisite, the Imperials are cheap and cold, and surfers abound. Food is crap throughout Tamarindo, with the exception of one restaurant (Las Palmas, I think) owned by an incredibly gorgeous Norwegian woman. One night the power went out in the entire town. So we sat drinking Imperials with 6 inch long grashoppers buzzing past us until it came back on. When it did, the entire town started cheering. That is Costa Rica.