


WINNERS ANNOUNCED… SEE POST BELOW!!!
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May



WINNERS ANNOUNCED… SEE POST BELOW!!!
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(11 votes, average: 4.36 out of 5)6
Aug
Costa Rica Pages is happy to announce the contest entry:
“The Journey as Destination: 48 Train Trek Across America”
has won our first ever travel writing contest!
The colorful, Jack Kerouac style tale describes one woman’s seemingly aimless New Year’s Eve journey across America to discover life in its truest form, unscripted, unplanned and uncertain. As the title states, the author described this journey and life itself as valuing just as much, if not more, than the destination. She learned to keep her eyes open around every turn and keep a positive outlook despite not knowing what to expect!
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(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5)3
Aug
I am just a small town girl, that has has not traveled much beyond the confines of the small town of where I grew up in Central Minnesota. Yes, a few trips to the West Coast, the Desert Southwest, the East Coast, and Mexico, but never in a million years did I know that my trip, my vacation, that would change my life forever, would be to another small town in Latin America, the country of Guatemala, in the city of Solola, that I would “Become Mommy” to a special child named Julio.
continue reading "Become Mommy"




(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5)3
Aug
Characters:
Future Roy (FR) / Past Roy (PR)
Future Tiff (FT) / Past Tiff (PT)
Setting: Los Angeles, CA 2008
ACT I
continue reading "Livin the Dream"




(1 votes, average: 5 out of 5)3
Aug
The sound of Rogelio’s thick, callused knuckles wrapping on my cabin door jerked me from sleep. What time was it? Thick sunlight was pouring through the cracks in my wooden cabin, the air was intensely hot and I had a bad hangover.
continue reading "Land grab in Guatemala"




(2 votes, average: 5 out of 5)3
Aug
I had forgotten what true happiness was until I went to Costa Rica. My visit there this past April turned out to be a major turning point in my life. I had just come out of a divorce a year earlier and was celebrating my first year of independence. It hadn’t been an easy time, but around April I felt the tides within me turning toward a brighter future.
continue reading "Back to Bliss"




(3 votes, average: 5 out of 5)1
Aug
Before I left for South America, my little sister reminded me of our favorite Disney movie, “The Emperor’s New Groove,” and asked me to bring her back a llama (or at least some quality llama products). So from the beginning, while salsaing and singing in Spanish and adventuring in the Andes, I was looking for llamas.
continue reading "That One Time I Ate Llama"




(2 votes, average: 4 out of 5)1
Aug
The Pink Flamingo’s Web site lured me here with a promise of “something out of the ordinary”. As I lay in bed, surrounded by plush pillows and cozy, soft sheets with birds chirping outside my villa, I know that it keeps its word.
The clock reads seven-something, then eight-something, then nine-something. The quirky manager told me the maid comes around 11. So I figure nine-ish is a good time to start my first full day in Port Douglas. Situated just north of Cairns, Port Douglas is a slow-pace, seaside city that has yet to become touristy like the Gold Coast. Many divers and snorkelers base themselves here for access to the Great Barrier Reef. Celebrities escape in its tropical hills. I’m here to relax in a hammock.
continue reading "Sophisticated Travel"




(2 votes, average: 1 out of 5)1
Aug
In August of 2007, I embarked on a trip to Zimbabwe to help film a documentary on the Girl Child Network, an organization that empowers thousands of girls who are raped and abused every year. At 23, I had no idea what Zimbabwe was like; it was just another country in the vast land of Africa. However, after a week of incredible interviews, eye-opening road trips, and encountering the tremendous warmth of the people, I came to realize Zimbabwe was much more.
continue reading "Not the Way we Planned in Zimbabwe"




(1 votes, average: 3 out of 5)1
Aug
I’d befriended another American on the train ride to Nice, France, and we’d decided to split my hotel room. Aaron stood with the bags while I checked in. The owner, who spoke only French, took me to the room. All was going fine until I caught something he said that sounded like “no friends in the room.”
continue reading "The Complete Misadventures"




(8 votes, average: 4 out of 5)