By Official Travel Guy / March 20, 2025
Uvita: The Jungle Town That Met the Soul I Didn’t Know Needed Healing
There’s a quiet kind of magic in Uvita—a magic that doesn’t slap you in the face the second you arrive, but creeps in slowly, one barefoot step at a time.
At first, it didn’t match the hype. I’d heard all the right things before coming: the beaches, the nature, the slowness. But sometimes, it’s not about matching expectations. It’s about meeting the ones you didn’t even know you had.
From the bumpy ride out of Jaco to the stillness of Uvita, this chapter of my journey unfolded with something deeper than coincidence. The people I met here felt placed, not found. Conversations stirred parts of me I hadn’t touched in years—maybe ever.
This wasn’t a party stop. It was a reset. A return.
Uvita brought me back to simplicity. I walked everywhere. Ate mindfully. Built slow mornings full of stillness, movement, and what I jokingly called “ChatGPT therapy.” But truthfully, it was the most consistent inner work I’d done in weeks.
This town wasn’t designed for dopamine hits. It was designed for depth. The beach stretched endlessly, often completely empty. Just me, the waves, and whatever thoughts decided to rise with the tide.
Behind the sand, the jungle was alive—and so was I. My hostel was tucked deep into it, the most off-grid I’d been in all of Costa Rica. Waking up to howler monkeys and misty trees never got old.
Stay: Hostels ran about $15/night, nothing fancy but fully immersed in nature.
Food: Local, simple, and nourishing—typically $8 to $10 a meal.
Crowds: Almost nonexistent. This place is still flying under the heavy-tourism radar, and I hope it stays that way (sorry, Uvita).
Some places are hard to leave because of what they show you about the world.
Uvita was hard to leave because of what it showed me about myself.
Moments here felt too meaningful to ever fully walk away from.
So I won’t.
They’re coming with me—tucked in the carry-on of my soul.
—Anthony
The Official Travel Guy
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