There are few worse feelings in the world than being in a foreign airport waiting for a transfer that never materializes, especially when the sky is actually falling, it seems, in a great Niagara of water, and you’re trying to stay dry under a miniscule canopy that you share with a hundred of your newest amigos. That’s the situation I find myself in at the San Jose’ airport in Costa Rica, where I learn two-dozen ways to say, “No, please”, “No”, and finally “Hell, no!” in Espagnol to the cabbies who attack me like starving leeches on a Coon Hound in the arrivals area. Continue reading
Breathless, too
She was maybe 20, 25 tops, and wore a long red dress. Her blonde curly locks shone bright under the stage lights and fell about her shoulders like a golden mantle. She moved like a ballerina, with purpose and grace, and when she began speaking, there was silence.
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Roads Less Traveled 
Balance is beautiful
I’m conflicted about this place. On the one hand, they have stunning landscaping, modern but handsome buildings, and good food and drink located on some absolutely fantastic beaches. On the other, you could buy yourself better food and booze cheaper at fine restaurants near great hotels all over the world. I know. I’ve been to them, and some of them are cheaper.
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