Good Morning Granada
Why do I travel now? I have seen so much, been so many places, that now where ever I go is compared to where ever I’ve been. This morning it’s Granada vs. Macau. Both are old and grand Iberian-influenced towns seemingly forgotten in the sands of time, left to mosey from 18th Century greatness to present day quaintness.
Read MoreSan Jan del Snooze
Remember how I said beach towns are the same world wide? I was wrong. There are beach towns and then there are wanna-be beach towns. San Juan del Sul is in the latter category. Nestled in a tiny bay between two cliffs, it would seem at first glance to be a great beach town, except for one small problem: the beach.
Read MoreTamarindo or Tamagringo
I knew this bus ride awaited me, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I even have a seat, but I am not happier. I really shouldn’t complain, because this is the deluxe bus, but I must, mainly at the driver.
Not only does he stop for every single person sanding beside the road, he also stops for any bump higher than a dime. On washboard dirt roads with occasional patches of pavement, this means a maximum average speed of 20 kilometers an hour. A snail’s pace I could beat in a broken wheelchair.
Dancing with El Tamarindo
Wanna dance with “El Tamarindo” too? Fool Number Uno El Tamarindo in action It’s time to dance in Via Real, a sleepy little town in the Guanacaste region of Costa Rica. It’s time to dance and there is not a woman on the dance floor. Nope, its just men, fools…
Read MoreRun Run La Sabana
Around the world and back again too Air spoliers Visual beauty Its dawn in San Jose, Costa Rica and I am up and out. I am in my running shoes, my GPS is warming up and I’m headed out for the best in business-related travel – early morning runs. More…
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