Costa Rica

After graduate school, I replaced my lost passport and boarded a plane with my best friend. For ten days, we strolled through the streets of San Jose, snapped photos of a sleeping sloth and ate raw coffee beans, chocolate, fish and mango smoothies. We stayed in a luxurious turn of the century home converted into an affordable bed and breakfast. We used public transportation, and I popped dissolvable travel sick tablets as our bus wound up and down through the clay and gravel roads that delivered us to the top of the clouds in the rain forest of Monte Verde. And we survived a food poisoning health scare that allowed us to stay one more day in our quaint beach side, air conditioned condo. We both agree that returning to Costa Rica indefinitely is the perfect retirement plan.