It isn’t hard to do. It may not be a good idea, but it isn’t hard to do. People who live in the San Jose area have heard the names. Barrio Cuba. Leon XIII. Los Guido. Pavas. The list could go on. I have come to know some people who live in some of these
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I arrived at Parque Central just a little after 10 am, the scheduled start of the Marcha de las Putas (Slut Walk) demonstration. What the heck, these are Ticos and Ticas, being a little late was like being early, Tico time. Still, there were already a fair number of people there, and the protest would
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Since I don’t own a car and I live in San Jose, it’s not surprising that I walk a fair amount. Coming as I do from the USA, and Northern California in particular, I was initially rather amazed at the number of pregnant women I encountered on my daily strolls. Back where I came from
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I had a farm in Africa… No, wait, that’s not right. I’m going to talk about the country in which I currently reside, Costa Rica. I apologize in advance for the disorganized post that will follow. I also strongly advise those who firmly believe in laissez-faire economics to skip this post and any post of
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Way back in 1971, the President of the United States, one Richard Milhous Nixon, declared ‘war on drugs.’ By doing a little math in my head, that was a shade under 40 years ago. A 40 year war is better than a 100 year war. I guess. Since 1980 (I’m giving the war a chance!)
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In this competitive world, being in the ‘upper tier’ is usually either a much desired achievement or a badge of shame (#1 in murder rate, for example). So when I ran across an article in Inside Costa Rica about my adopted country, I had to ask myself whether this was a badge of honor or
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