Bugs on Tape
It began innocently enough. The inch-long millipedes that crisscrossed the bathroom floor were oddly entertaining at first. I’d brush my teeth and watch them march in neat rows to, well, I don’t know where they were going.
Jetlag
OMG - The Cleaner Ants of Costa Rica!
I made fresh coffee and perched on the deck rail. Below, a toucan flung bananas into its beak with frat-boy finesse. Capuchin monkeys chattered and wrestled in the trees. The rainforest rolled out before me like a living, breathing quilt. And the ants? Vanished.
Bugs, Scorpions & the Existential Spider: A Love Letter to Costa Rica
I woke up around 3 AM with a tickle on my leg. Something was crawling under the sheet. I threw off the sheet and there it was: a thumbnail-sized black spider, just chillin’ on my thigh like it paid rent.
Where the Roads Have No Names, Only Reputations
We stopped to ask for help more than once and were given arm-waving directions in Spanish with references like “go past the mango tree, then two houses down from where Tito’s uncle used to live.” Super helpful if you knew Tito. We did not.
The Oracle of Salerno
His pink shorts alone were a statement—bold, unapologetic. He didn’t speak a word of English but carried on full conversations with us using Google Translate, which somehow made every exchange sound simultaneously robotic and sultry.
Lessons from a Hike in Costa Rica
The view was pure rainforest: a lush, tangled wilderness so dense with trees and vines you couldn't see more than five feet into it. This was the kind of place that swallows paths whole within days and casually hosts snakes that would strongly prefer you visit elsewhere.
Lyrical Pilgrimage
Walking the streets of Hydra, I felt layers of stories unfold around me. The connection between Louis Tomlinson, Jeff Buckley and Leonard Cohen, three souls from different eras, converged in my journey.