Fins in the Fjord: Dolphin Encounters in Golfo Dulce

Fins in the Fjord: Dolphin Encounters in Golfo Dulce

Why is September the best month for dolphin watching in Golfo Dulce? September brings calm seas, warm waters, and an abundance of food, making it the perfect month for dolphin encounters in Golfo Dulce. The reduced wind and glassy surface improve visibility and...

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Fireflies, Fairytales, and the Nights That Glow

Fireflies, Fairytales, and the Nights That Glow

From May to September, when the air in Costa Rica feels as soft as silk and the earth exhales the scent of rain-soaked leaves, a quiet magic takes hold. At first, it’s subtle—a single flicker near the hedgerow, another glint by the riverbank. Then, as twilight...

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Why Guanacaste’s Commercial Market Is Poised to Explode

Why Guanacaste’s Commercial Market Is Poised to Explode

What is fuelling Guanacaste’s commercial property surge? Guanacaste is on the cusp of its biggest commercial boom in decades, powered by a rare blend of surging tourism, deep-pocketed foreign investors, and a chronic shortage of business-ready spaces. The result?...

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Street Dogs with Street Smarts

Street Dogs with Street Smarts

In Costa Rica, you don’t just meet dogs—you meet characters. These aren’t your average canines waiting obediently for the mailman or fetching slippers. No, these are the street dogs with swagger, the free spirits who roam the beaches, parks, and city streets with the...

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How to Master the Art of Doing Nothing… Costa Rican Style

How to Master the Art of Doing Nothing… Costa Rican Style

A cheeky guide to the slowest form of productivity known to man. In Costa Rica, “doing nothing” isn’t laziness—it’s a refined skill, passed down through generations like a secret family recipe. Here, the locals have perfected the gentle art of slowing down until time...

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Jungle Hike to Pre-Columbian Spheres in Diquís

Jungle Hike to Pre-Columbian Spheres in Diquís

The air was thick enough to drink, heavy with the perfume of wet earth and crushed ginger leaves. Somewhere above, a howler monkey’s guttural roar rolled through the canopy, followed by the metallic call of a toucan. My boots squelched in the deep brown mud as I...

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