I turned 24 last week (a fact I have chosen to avoid thinking about to the best of my abilities) so my friend and I decided to take a trip up to Tamarindo, the country’s officially-unofficial party beach. Our drive was long, but we arrived just in time to down a bottle of gin, cushionedContinue reading “Guanacaste”
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Costa Rica
When I was 6 my parents dragged me and my sisters from the concrete jungle of New York to the tropical jungle of Manuel Antonio. The next 6 years were a stereotypical image of jungle life; monkeys in the house, almost daily beach trips, a boa-constrictor ate my kitty, tropical storms that would shake theContinue reading “Costa Rica”
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