Hostel 7 Santa Teresa
Casa de Gingi
Hostel 7, also known as ‘Gingi House’ (Casa De Gingi) is situated about 100 metres from the beach and is located in the center of the jungle – the heart of Santa Teresa.
We have Cabinas, a beautiful large house with shared rooms and some private space, too, which includes a giant kitchen that has everything you need to make your holiday special.
Santa Teresa is a small town in Puntarenas Province, Costa Rica. It is located about 150 kilometres (93 mi) west of the capital city of San José.
Like other coastal villages on the Nicoya Peninsula, Santa Teresa started as a remote fishing village, relying on agriculture, cattle ranching and small-scale fishing. Today, tourism is the main source of income of most families.
Besides surfing, Santa Teresa packs a variety of things to do. Many visitors enjoy horseback riding, hiking and canopy tours. Rest assured, there are forest trails and stunning ocean views awaiting your visit.
If you should want a change in surf, this small costal community is perfect for beginners to expert surfers. Family-friendly activities such as sports fishing, scuba diving and kite surfing can also be found here.
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Surf is always the main actor, and now we are accompanied by nature turning everything greener, Costa Rican blood. Pure life never stops and hostel 7 has the best price…
Do you like surfing? do you like the beach? Santa Teresa is the ideal place to spend a few days surfing, practicing some yoga, or just enjoying the sun and…
I heard the crack of my front tooth as it broke before I felt the hole it made in my face. I had just hopped off my surfboard at the end of a sunset session in Costa Rica and I stumbled slightly as I did it—just a small step forward to catch my balance, but enough that when a wash of heavy white water sent my board up and out of the waves, my face was there to catch it.
Sitting on a patch of white sand on a nearly deserted beach, steps away from a dense jungle, we were mesmerized by the thundering waves and transfixed by a family of howler monkeys, leaping from tree to tree. My 3-year-old son, James, ambled by and threatened to drop a pair of heavy coconuts right on our heads. But I was lost in a reverie, listening to the surprisingly deep, guttural calls of the monkeys.