How many times have you heard someone say I’m quitting my job and moving to an island.
I did…sort of. I moved to Costa Rica, and although it is not an island I did find my own paradise.
I’ve been bitten by a bullet ant, slept with scorpions between my sheets, and hiked into a cave where a frisky crocodile was waiting for me. And you know what? It is still better than a day in the office.
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