My mom named me Gustavo Adolfo. I was born in Puntarenas, next to the sea, but my home was in Cedral, a small town of Montes de…
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Sometime between cave dwelling and Airbnb, human beings managed to develop not just the concept of private property but also the notion of private space. We developed…
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For anyone who grew up in Alajuela, April conjures up images of flag-filled parades, where the humming of the drums and the whistling of the flutes merge…
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As the clock strikes midnight and the fireworks light up the night sky, thousands of Costa Rican families prepare for the rituals that, for generations, have marked…
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There can be major adaptations in a minor culture shock. In terms of way of life and social norms, the gap between Costa Rica and the United…
