I’m Robert Williams, 44. By the time I hit the coast, the air smelled like salt and ripe mango. I checked into a Central Jaco Airbnb Vacation Rental and let the week set its own pace. The beach stretched like a bracket between jungle and Pacific, and pelicans traced the chop like a metronome.

I stacked up four days of motion: ATV Jungle Ride, Vista Los Suenos Adventure Park, Went to Tortuga Island on Cruise, and Birdwatching on beach because someone at a smoothie stand said the scarlet macaws fly just after sunrise. They were right. Every driver was patient; directions came with a smile.

When the heat got loud, I drifted through Jaco Walk, then took short rides: Herradura’s boats, Playa Hermosa’s long waves, Tarcoles for crocodiles, Manuel Antonio for hidden coves. Taxis, Ubers, buses—it was all easy and cheap enough to improvise plans.

A shop owner explained pura vida isn’t just a phrase; it’s a decision.

Nights had a glow—beach bars, a quick spin through a casino, and music that changed every block. I felt comfortable walking back to the apartment—well-lit streets, plenty of people, friendly faces.

I left with a steadier heartbeat, a better tan, and the sense that Jaco is built for saying yes—yes to a lesson, a trail, a seat with a view, a second helping. I’ll be back for a longer stay.