Montezuma is at the end of a dirt road at the very tip of the Nicoya peninsula. It’s a one-road jam-band kind of town with a few bars, restaurants, and camping at the end.
It’s the kind of place that people go to hang out and listen to reggae all day after meditating or doing yoga. Maybe do some juggling while your friend swings from the trapeze hanging from a tree over the street. Stick around long enough and you’ll be making and selling jewelry on the sidewalk or just endlessly hula-hooping around town.
Apparently there’s some good surfing here, but we didn’t see it. I got the impression that surfing might not be a mellow enough activity for this crowd.
The beaches are decent, there’s a nearby little waterfall, and there are monkeys and iguanas everywhere. There is absolutely no one on the beach. They are, uh, busy meditating while hula hooping.
Don’t get me wrong, we like the place. We came just to check it out and ended up staying five days.