It started with a flight out of San Jose, Costa Rica in the morning. The hour long 20-seat puddle jump landed in Drake Bay on a crusty and humid runway before landing in Golfito. Then it was a 20-minute, high-speed boat ride to Puerto Jiminez and another fifteen minutes from the dock to the hotel agent and then an unpaved jeep ride to an eco-lodge in the middle of nowhere, Costa Rica.
In the morning, I was greeted by macaws and monkeys, mosquito netting and the unrequited feeling of unread emails. This is only the beginning.
Stay tuned for more on my trip to Costa Rica.
