You’ve probably heard that living in Costa Rica is like living in Paradise, Nirvana, Utopia; heck, I’ve even said it myself. And living in Costa Rica is awesome—but living here is not like vacationing here. It’s not all drinks on the beach and the high-life at the pool. I mean, real life has to go on, right? So what are some of the things...
There's a hot U.S. television show that features couples looking for new homes in international destinations. Frequently they feature homes in Costa Rica. The poor, hapless couples always facing the quandary of whether to buy the $1 million property...
Contrary to what you may think, retiring does not mean withdrawing from activity. In fact, it’s just the opposite. Since moving to Costa Rica, without the daily pressures of a job, I am now free to fill my time as I want, and I do that in so many ways...
“When the time is right, things just fall into place. And you just go with the flow.” That’s what Dale and Jessica Hill said about their unanticipated retirement move to Costa Rica. They had come to visit friends who had the “crazy” idea to retire to Costa Rica three years earlier. Dale and Jessica were Read more...: $58,000 Bought Us a Slice of Peaceful Paradise in Costa Rica
I absolutely love my life in Costa Rica. Living in the lush and verdant Orosi Valley, I have found my perfect retirement paradise. But every silver lining has a cloud here and there, and there are definitely some aspects of my personal paradise that can be trying from time to time.
If you’re looking for a place where you can begin the next phase of your life in peace with the glories of nature all around you, you can do no better than Costa Rica. It has all the things you could wish for—awe-inspiring views, tropical rainforests, rambling rivers,
Day-Glo purple, tuscan yellow, lipstick red, and electric hues I don’t have names for—these are the colors that hug the roads of the Orosi Valley. They are housed in the stories-tall bougainvillea, pendent heliconias, and multi-shaped bromeliads that cover the region, owing to the year-round perfect climate.
I have a confession to make: I had an addiction. Or maybe it’s better described as an obsession…or a mania. There was a time when I probably could have stood in a dank room full of the similarly afflicted and said, “Hello, my name is John, and I have too many watches.”
The “success” of our lives in America was killing us. My husband Michael and I were tired of living a life where there was just too much order and discipline—and too many adults spoiling the fun.
"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning." Those are the famous directions to Neverland—a magical place, overflowing with adventure, where you don't grow old.