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When you hear the word “cowboy,” the first thing that will probably come to mind is a boot-strappin’, lasso-wielding, badass guy with a wide-brimmed hat pulled low over one brow. That’s the kind of cowboy you see in old Western films. But would you believe it if I told you that I was able to meet a few cowboys, the “last cowboys”, not too long ago, in Costa Rica?
There’s one thing you should always be aware of while travelling: the weather. It may sound superficial to an inexperienced traveler like me, but believe me, timing is everything. It determines the success (read: how much fun you will have) of your trip. I learned this the hard way.
There’s a faint humming sound that I can hear from the bed. It’s that strange fertility idol again. What is it with this thing? Is it one of those tricked out toys that can emit annoying sounds? Did that thing freak Meredith out?
I remembered looking at the Brazilian’s intense green eyes as she walked away from me. Her sarong billowed from the sea breeze as I realized I had just been bamboozled into carrying possible contraband. I looked at her until her figure disappeared into the crowd in Playa Junquillal.« Previous Entries