Many people agree that during their childhood the world felt brighter and more colorful, but in Nosara it is just as vibrant no matter your age. When I was three years old, my family left New Jersey and moved to Costa Rica for the first time. We spent half of the year in a town on the Pacific Coast in Nosara called Playa Guiones and had a tiny little house on a farm. I would walk down to our friends Linda & Diego's house early in the morning and help feed the horses. The rest of our day would be spent surfing, looking for shells, doing a few hours of schoolwork, and watching sunsets together. For the first half of my life, I called Nosara and New Jersey “home."

I used to watch my dad take pictures of everything we did as a family, and he inspired me to do the same. On this short trip, the camera was my diary, capturing anything I saw, smelled, or experienced that jogged a childhood memory. Going back there after so many years was like being transported to a simpler time.