It seems that San José, Costa Rica gets painted in the same negative light in every guidebook I read. “San José is congested, bustling and noisy,” says the Moon Handbook on Costa Rica. “San José is not a pretty city. It’s studded with unremarkable
My exploration of Costa Rica has been off to a slow start. Well, at least that’s how I feel when I think back to how jam-packed my travel schedule was in Europe when my work week included three day weekends. It’s
“Listo?” the guide at Canopy la Carpintera asks as he completes his safety check of my harness and carabiners. I nod my head and then one-two-three - I am ziplining in Costa Rica, wooshing at speeds of 25-miles an hour from high
Jeff Pickett and I sit in blue and green beanbag chairs on the wooden patio at Coral Reef Surf Hostel. The sun burns hot today in Tamarindo, a surf town on the Northern Pacific Coast of Costa Rica, but the
70 years ago today, on January 27, 1945, Soviet soldiers liberated Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp. It is estimated 200,000 survivors were freed, a dismal number in comparison to the 1.1. million people who were murdered here. Of all the places I've visited, none has
Today, January 26, is Australia Day, the official national day of Australia which commemorates the 1788 anniversary of the arrival of the First Fleet of British Ships in what is now the state of New South Wales. While my personal travel
In my day to day life living and working in the Costa Rican rainforest, I get a lot of interesting visitors. Some have eight legs, most crawl, and nearly all creep me out. Last week in our office we had one
From the outskirts of Tres Rios, a city at roughly 4,400 feet in Costa Rica’s Central Valley, we drive to the west, winding up, up, up enroute to the summit of Irazú Volcano. We wind past small pueblos. Restaurants, bus stops
The rainforest can be a lonely place. In the wake of a lonely spell yesterday I hiked down to the river near the base where I live and work to dip my feet in the water, read a book and soak
The bright sun of the Costa Rican morning peeps through the curtains of my room at Hotel DoceLunas, spreading warm rays across the floor and beckoning me to leave bed and head outside, where the jungle awaits. The dense foliage overhead