This morning at 4am, I blew into Boston Logan airport.
One 20” carry on duffle
my precious laptop, three dayglow bathing suits, metallic sandals, a tank top or two, four sundresses, 54 malaria pills, and my most recent read: “The Bedwetter” by Sarah Silverman.
All for two and a half months of living in and loving on Central America.
After much worldly research, extensive browsing of every travel website and magazine, I chose Central America for seven [undeniably] practical reasons:
Reason 1: Natural beauty and warm, sunny weather: an exquisite balance of beach and jungle and happiness.
Reason 2: Affordability: The cost of living in Central America is wildly inexpensive when compared to all the beachy-exotic locations I’ve traveled to around the world. It is also half as cheap to rent housing as the very cheapest apartment I’ve held in the United States. Borrowing someone’s home in Costa Rica, especially for an extended period of time as I’ve chosen to do, is more affordable than all of my summers in Cape Cod, combined.
Reasons 3-5: Affordability.
Reason 6: Affordability.
Reason 7: An irrational and uncontainable affection for movies such as “The Beach” and “Blue Crush.” Judge me.
February 2012: Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica (the eastern coast) where I’ve rented a small home on the beach with my love, Camille.
March 2012: Bocas del Toro, Panama where I’ll be living in a jazzed up tree house in the jungle with my love, Camille.
April 1-13 2012: Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica (the western coast) where I’ll be bungalow-ing with my love, Camille.
The ultimate goals of this trip:
To finish penning my memoir in a land of limited distraction. This is nearing the entirety of my focus.
To explore and joy-seek. Always.