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Life in Ticoland: Buses, Craters and Squeaky Cheese

Beautiful Poas Early in the Morning Having complained that I had been yet to see much of Costa Rica, a friend invited me out on a mammoth and exhausting 12-hour day trip last Saturday. Our four-in-one excursion took us to a coffee plantation, a volcano crater, a waterfall garden and a jungle río river. Up at [...]

Life in Ticoland: Macaws, Mussels and Lost in Translation

Samantha Stumbles in Language Once Again! The sun is out and time to write Life in Ticoland means that once again it is Friday. Good days, good days! This week has been somehow lost in translation with too much tripping up in language. Writing an article on the state of the roads in Costa Rica, my [...]

Life in Ticoland: Gringos, Massages and Dancing in the Street

Deviling it Up for Last Friday's Halloween Living in Costa Rica is turning out quite nicely. On occasion, I find myself shamefully indulging in the taxi habit, even though taking the bus is not much of a bother. Slow they might be - chugging me up the Boulevard - but in comparison to Colombia, the bells [...]

Life in Ticoland: Cuba Libres, Devil Horns and Overdosing on Codeine

Samantha Gets Stuck into Costa Rica Culture Having felt cocooned by travelling no further than house to work and work to house, I took the opportunity of last weekend to get to know more of Costa Rica. Putting in extra hours in the office the day before, I ran out in sunglasses as the clock struck [...]

Life in Ticoland: Purple Beans and Dreaming of Jaffa Cakes

Lessons of Culture in Costa Rica Pero, ¡Anto! ¡Yo quiero rrrumbear! (“But Anto! I want to party!”) I pouted at Antonio, one of the sons in the family I am living with. Having got restless of a week of living in Costa Rica without living it UP, I convinced my friend to take me out for [...]

Life in Ticoland: Rain, Suitcases and Searching for Tea

Nothing Like a Bit of Home to Help Me Adjust to New Surroundings. After an excessively long flight from London to Atlanta last Saturday, and a mind-numbing wait in the airport, I was at last on a plane with destination San José. Chatting to a local Tico, I was dismayed to find that my Colombian ¡que [...]