




Nosara — a place where horses leave tracks in the sand, but no one is chasing time. Where your shadow walks faster than you. Where coconut palms laughed at your attempt to disconnect, then became your Wi-Fi. Here, you work at a desk with no office, drink coffee without knowing the day of the week, and leave your swimsuit to dry in the sun because tomorrow, the ocean calls again. You planned nothing, yet somehow, everything fell into place.




