Costa Rica

Please accept my apologies, Dear Reader, for not posting last week. Here is my excuse: We were in Costa Rica. 

Here we are in Costa Rica.

Even so, I planned to post on Tuesday as usual, but something happened. My computer went haywire when we were less than halfway through our two-week trip. It was not convenient to remedy this problem while in Costa Rica, so I shut the thing down and did not look at it again until we returned to Madison. Then it took a few days to get up and running again with a new machine. 

So here I am, back again, just in time to post for Tuesday. Could I have posted last week, I would probably have come up with something beyond wonderful. But at this moment, all I’ve got is a mini-travelog on Costa Rica.

Having just landed on a jungle strip in Tortuguero.

Costa Rica is one Central American republic that works very well. You can drink the water. The roads are good. The electricity is reliable.

But why would you go? 

A Montezuma oropendola in flight. Photo by Paulo Philippidis, licensed under CC BY 2.0.

Scientists believe Costa Rica was part of the last piece of American landmass that rose from the ocean, only a few million years ago. That completed a connection between the North and South American continents. Plants and animals, previously isolated, flowed from north and south into the space between. Agoutis and raccoons, ospreys and Montezuma oropendolas, red-eyed tree frogs, crocodiles, blue morpho butterflies, two-fingered and three-fingered sloths, and four different species of New World monkeys–spider, squirrel, howler, and white-faced capuchin–mingle extravagantly across a wild landscape.

Big voice of the jungle: a golden-throated howler monkey and baby. Photo by Rhododendrites, licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0.

Because of that mixing of previously isolated species, and because the land is mountainous, with varying elevations, wind patterns, and ocean currents, Costa Rica possesses more natural environmental diversity than almost any place on earth. Seashore, mountain peaks, volcanoes, sun, rain, tides—and hordes of birds, reptiles, mammals, insects, and other creatures—occupy this tropical slice of heaven. 

The human inhabitants, by the way, are first-rate. Friendly, helpful, literate, and industrious, they’ll help you enjoy your stay. 

In the rainforest canopy, via hanging bridge. Looks like we’re having a good time.

My wife, Jo, and I visited twelve years ago. Our visit this year brought back fond memories, though the experiences were different. The tourism business is more highly developed now than it was a mere twelve years ago, but not enough to spoil the fun. 

This time we brought our daughter, Katie, and her two teenagers, Elsie and Tristan. We stayed in four different areas. We took nature hikes, lounged in hot springs from a volcano, challenged the surf at a Pacific Ocean beach, and went whitewater rafting, ziplining, snorkeling, and volcano climbing. A good time was had by all. 

Next week I’ll get back to some other topic, but in the immediate afterglow of our trip, it’s just nice to know a place like Costa Rica exists, even in January. 

Not to mention: You can’t find a bad cup of coffee in the whole country. 

Blessings,

Larry F. Sommers

Your New Favorite Writer

Review: More or Less Annie

More or Less Annie, by Wisconsin author Tracey Gemmell, is an entertaining book. The author’s sharp eye for absurdity informs every page of this funny, fast-paced, delayed-coming-of-age novel.

Annie Hardcastle is an English housewife, a part-time cake decorator who surfs the Web while she dreams of escape to exotic places around the world. When she and her husband, Lester, win the lottery, it seems her dreams are about to come true. It’s off to Costa Rica, where they find it’s not so easy to get away from the implications of their windfall wealth. 

Jet ski. “IMG_0504” by Jorge Santos72 is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0 

The novel also features Taylor and Charles, a Chicago power couple on the skids and looking for revenge.

Annie’s hopes for a smooth transition to a wonderful new life begin to unravel, but she persists in striving to find out who she is and how she can turn money into happiness.

It’s not only a story for women, but can be enjoyed by everybody. There are traces of romance, but it’s not a romance. With its quirky interpersonal dyamics and its lush tropical setting, More or Less Annie is the perfect summer beach read.

Blessings,

Larry F. Sommers, Your New Favorite Author