About a decade ago, my wife and I moved to Costa Rica to learn a new language and experience life in another country. I even wrote a book about it!
But because we knew our time there would be limited, we made a point to travel as much as possible from the Caribbean to coast to the beaches of Guanacaste and everything in between.
You can find videos of most of these destinations on my channel, but they were filmed and uploaded long before the days of 4K and ubiquitous GoPros. Also, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing on YouTube back then.
Now, I have a better idea –– sharing travel tips, stories, adventures, and the occasional recipe from my travels.
What can I say about gallo pinto? First and foremost, it’s how I started many a day in Costa Rica. In the land of pura vida, it’s breakfast––rice mixed with black beans, cilantro, onions, maybe a red pepper, and seasoned with Salsa Lizano, a kind of Worcestershire sauce that’s truly the nectar of the Gods. This simple yet delicious combo is typically served with some scrambled eggs and a hot cup of coffee. I came to love gallo pinto in the same way I loved my ridiculously sugary breakfast cereals with cartoon mascots before I hit double digits.
If you’re looking for something different to make for breakfast that isn’t your typical egg-focused dish, pancakes, or cereal, then you ought to start working gallo pinto into your routine. It even stores and reheats nicely if you want to make a big batch. Just be sure to keep a bottle of Salsa Lizano handy so you can top yourself off with each plate.
Honduras comes with a travel warning that sounds like the synopsis of a crime film. So naturally I’ve been intrigued to see if, like my travels to El Salvador, reality paints a more nuanced picture. With that in mind, I share with Laura my experience traveling to and around Pico Bonito National Park in northern Honduras with The Lodge at Pico Bonito. Joe and Laura also discuss using Snapchat while traveling.
Editor’s Note: In the show, Laura and Joe discuss using a third-party to upload photos to Snapchat. Cailin O’Neil of TravelYourself.ca has since let us know that using said third-party apps can get your account deleted from Snapchat if caught, so proceed (or don’t) at your own risk.
Editor’s Note: The following is an excerpt from “Talking Tico.”
The Osa Peninsula is one of the least-traveled corners of the country. It’s probably a good idea in the grand scheme of things that the Osa Peninsula remains fairly untraveled, because it’s one of the most biologically diverse places in the world; half of Costa Rica’s living species call it home. This is on top of the fact that Costa Rica itself is one of the most biologically active countries in the world. Some 500,000 species live over the country’s 51,000 square kilometers. Estimates say four percent of the world’s living species are in Costa Rica, some of which are endemic to the country. Continue Reading →
Note:The video above showcases two trips I took over a couple of weeks with Gecko Trail Costa Rica. Below is an excerpt from my upcoming travelogue, tentatively titled Talking Tico, on living abroad in Costa Rica for 10 months and traveling around Central America.
I left for Monteverde via a shuttle pickup from a chain hotel off the highway in Santa Ana. At least I was able to take the bus there, I thought, though I’m sure I looked ridiculous to motorists as I lugged my roller bag behind me and prepared for a mad dash across Lindora Avenue to reach the hotel. (There were no crosswalks or lights for pedestrians nearby.) Continue Reading →
Isolation. The only hint of life in coastal Panama came from the acuaticos or water taxis shuffling tourists from the mainland to the archipelago chain of islands known as Bocas Del Toro. The sun set during our 30-minute ride from mainland Almirante to Bocas Town. Then, it was just us and el capitán of our rusty little lancha as we drifted a few minutes further from the main island of Colón to Carenero. No roads, no cars.
We pulled up to a dock, pitch black. I could see hints of a pavilion of sorts with a hammock. Clearly we were supposed to get out of the boat. But go where? It became clear as we marched over the 100-foot or so wooden walkway over the quiet sea toward what little light we could spot. Finally, we had arrived. Welcome to Hotel Tierra Verde. Continue Reading →