Breakfast at Dream Sea

So my most recent global escape brought me to the jungle where I have been teaching yoga at Dream Sea, a glamping (i.e. glamorous camping) experience for surfers. For somebody who is mostly a city /  museum / coffee shop kinda girl, I slightly questioned myself after accepting the month long position. But I was up for the challenge, and ended up surprising myself and thriving in the jungle. After a few nights, I stopped paying attention to the incessant Howler monkeys that are dead set on partying above my tent between 5-7am and make a noise that reminds me of my stomach growling. With the help of the neighbor's cow and rooster, the dogs in camp, wild turkeys and monkeys, I had no need for an alarm, as it was impossible to ignore this cacophony of sounds.

And thus this night owl became an early bird, waiting cheerily to greet my bleary eyed yoga students for our 7am practice under the mango tree. But wait, this blog is supposed to be about food! So here it is. Here in camp, we eat breakfast and dinner communally. The chef and rotating volunteers prepare the food and we all wait eagerly to hear the rousing call to grab a plate.

Breakfast staples are freshly cut fruits, cereal, yogurt, scrambled or fried eggs, and rice and beans. We are sometimes treated to extras such as fried plantains, roasted marinated potatos or slices of white queso cheese. There is always freshly made coffee (it is Costa Rica!) and a pitcher of freshly blended juice of papaya and lime or pineapple. On occasion there is a batch of warm avena made which is oatmeal blended with cinnamon, cloves, sugar and water. After choretime, everyone heads to the beach where we surf or practice yoga. It's a rough life...