As I perch myself on the veranda railing of our Costa Rican casita, the rumble of thunder, pitter patter of rain, and multifarious birdsongs harmoniously combine into a much-welcomed rainforest symphony. When mother nature dictates ones schedule (to surf or to siesta?), of one thing you can be sure: utter relaxation. From the very moment I landed in this little slice of paradise, an ineffable sense of peace and calm ensued and has yet to even slightly dissipate. Around here, the “Ticos” (Costa Rican people) have a name for this nirvana I speak of. They call it La Pura Vida. …








