Every chapter needs an ending. Most trips end with airports, ticket stubs, and tired travelers ready to go home. Unlike them, I feel I am home. No, not here in Central America, not even if I was on Utila - our Caribbean home, but in the world. This is where I feel the most comfortable ( Read more... )

Yesterday's mud-floods left behind, the route was set for Costa Rica. It was a slow and uneventful border crossing into a magical land where almost everybody speaks English, all price tags are in US dollars, and being Israeli brings those prices down: The first hostel we saw in Monteverde was covered with a collage of handwritten recommendations in ( Read more... )