LATAM Travel

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.

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.

The first 48 hours in Costa Rica: I awoke at sunrise. I always do. Usually, a few birds chattering like caffeinated middle managers kick off the day. But that morning, my thoughts were racing—ten madmen circling one folding chair, each of them me. There would be no boredom for

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.