Category Costa Rica

Wrapping Up, For Safety’s Sake

Now just a quick recap of our final days, right before we were so rudely plunged back into Saskatchewan winter last night around midnight, with me still wearing only thongs (and a strategically wound towel, of course, as I found that less clothing simplifies the metal detection process). From Manuel Antonio we travelled to Santa […]

In Touch From Ticoland

Our departure for Costa Rica naturally included the one constant among all our trips, my hang over. In spite of my less than ideal condition, though, all went along smoothly until our plane was cruising somewhere high above Regina. Suddenly I started feeling very nauseous and light-headed. I tried fidgeting around, but that didn’t work, […]