As I was planning my next trip to Costa Rica for this winter, it got me thinking about some of my earlier visits there. In fact I became so enraptured with it I once took an apartment there. It’s my kind of country.
They had the Mexican baseball league on TV, so I was able to abate the withdrawal symptoms I was suffering from after the World Series ended. And what’s not to like about a country that sells out the 8 am first showing of the new Matrix movie?
There is nothing quite so spiritual as writing while you are surrounded by mountains shrouded in mist, with tropical breezes blowing over you, and the songs of hundreds of birds caressing you.
Costa Rica is poor, but the people are very rich indeed. It’s a good and bad prosperity lesson all at once. On one hand I am sorry for the conditions many people there live in. Small, cramped houses, surrounded by gates and barbed wire, run down, beat up old cars, and certainly none of the “name” designers to choose from when you’re shopping. I was at the finest malls in San Jose, but could find nothing I really wanted to buy, with the exception of a pair of Kenneth Cole shoes. Alas, I wear size 12, and they didn’t stock anything above 11.
On the other hand, people there really have a joy for life. I spent many afternoons, wandering along the shops at the Plaza de la Cultura, and you’d be hard pressed to find a bunch of people living life more. The center of the plaza is just off of the National Theatre, and packed with pedestrians, many just stopping for a few moments to eat lunch, feed the pigeons, or people watch.
Family is very important, and they live together and spend much time with each other. A victory by the futball team is cause for a national celebration. A plate of casado, some cheap wine, and a few friends are good for a night of delightful conversation, contentment, and joy.
There is certainly a lot of lack there, and much fear-based philosophy. But there are also some wonderful prosperity lessons as well.
Kind of like the place YOU live, don’t you think?