OK, But Why Costa Rica? A Story In Pictures

A question I often hear is, "Yeah, but why Costa Rica? Couldn't you just reduce your cost of living by living in a less expensive part of the United States?  Like Alabama?"

It seems like an easy question, but the answer … isn't.

There's a long diatribe about economic disobedience, the high cost of selfie-sticks, the unmitigated shitshow of state-sponsored violence, and distorted cultural values.

For instance, why in the name of everything holy do I even know the word "Kardashian"?

It sounds like an STD.

"My butt itches!  But I took a bath?"
"Sounds like kardashian, dude."

So, with the value of your time in mind, I humbly offer you this pictorial and woefully incomplete explanation of my current life choices.

Perspective

July, 2015

Thirty-seven miles southeast of San Jose, Costa Rica, you might as well be in Pandora.

For about 7 bucks and 90 minutes, you and your homie can ride 2 buses that take you to Orosi.

Don't worry - that price includes the seats you have to buy for your luggage.

Orosi is a tiny village surrounded by mountains, lush vegetation, and family farms, literally with a river running through it.

It's so far off the beaten path, the path had to ask directions.

Orosi is the home of Puente Hamaca, or Hammock Bridge.

The person in front is me, wearing a towel over my head so I can't see the scary stuff.  Also finding my religion.

All right, not really.  That bridge is in Nepal and you'll never catch me there.