Out past the big hospital, the monolith with its reflective glass facade and gun turret windows we waited for you in the car until I caught a glimpse of something Across the herringbone pavers styrofoam para llavar boxes wedged themselves against the...

I wrote to family and friends recently about a hair-raising trip I took from the capital, San Jose, to my home in Talamanca. So I thought I'd attend to the blog and write a bit about driving in Costa Rica.  Ticos are not the worst drivers in the...