16 hours travelling and a few hours sleep later, we step out of the hotel for the first time into the great outdoors. That unmistakable sweet hot air hits and fills me with the promise of tropical fruit to die for. This is Costa Rica, pura vida. We pile into a van which transports us out past the chabolas of San Jose, deep into the tropical countryside. While my family flinch at the stirring of leaves for a glimpse of some native wildlife, I get excited about the thousands of pineapples and bananas lining our route.  Continue reading “Costa Rica, Pura Vida!”