I wanted to buy a car in Costa Rica right away. Here’s why I decided to wait.
I managed to make a buck freelance writing, and all I had to do was get helmeted, harnessed and roped, climb 68 feet up a strangler fig and then be yanked into thin air for a terrifying Tarzan swing.
On Day 1 of my new life in Costa Rica, I manage to mangle my shin while looking at crocodiles.
Why I decided to quit my happy-go-lucky life in California and move to Costa Rica.
I am, therefore I blog.