Coco and Las Vegas: A Breakdown

Am I really leaving my beloved Coco to move back to Las Vegas? Yes, yes, I know… It’s beginning to sink in. I started to write a funny little item about how different my Central American pueblo is from the wild Sin City I called home for three years before luring me back after two more. But now that I’m traveling through Turkey and Bulgaria with @DTravelsRound, it’s all too obvious that you can find connections and similarities anywhere you look. We all know it’s a small world out there, but after hanging out with people from Australia, Scotland, Sweden, Italy, France, Russia, Denmark and more, I’m feeling sentimental. Even through my utopian travel haze, I know that Coco and Las Vegas are as different as night and day. But I worked extra hard to find connections and will keep in that spirit as I finish my trip and then make my Big Move. There is something like all of us in everyone we meet and everywhere we go. Enjoy it!

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Thank you, NYC

Ten months after I moved to a small fishing village in Costa Rica, I’ve come to an interesting revelation: I most feel at home in Coco (population: 3000) because of the time I spent in New York City. I’ve moved around so much, that those five years living in Manhattan are my record, as long as I’ve lived anywhere. From there, I moved to Austin, Las Vegas and Los Angeles, all which ended up being temporary stops. Now? I’ve got NYC on the brain. Here are the surprising ways that living in the big city eventually turned me into a small town girl.

1. My first house in Costa Rica was only slightly bigger than a Yukon, but I’m used to cramped space. In NYC, my bedroom was the size of my bed. (Literally. I had to climb off the foot in order to get off it.) Continue Reading »»

Top 10 ways to fit into Guanacaste, Costa Rica

You know you’ve settled into Guanacaste, Costa Rica when:

Your address is at least three sentences long.

A drop in temperature to 80 degrees requires a long-sleeved shirt.

You have no problem sleeping through 20 neighborhood dogs barking and a few roosters crowing all night long.

You’ve been robbed at least once.

A five-minute drive is considered a really long way.

You say “mae,” “regalame” and “por fa” a lot.

You think golf carts are totally safe driving down major roads as long as they have a license plate.

The vocabulary words “winter” and “summer” have been replaced with “rainy” and “dry.”

When you take a trip home, you have absolutely nothing to wear.

You truly believe that everything can be done “mañana.”