Costa Rica sunset

Per my customary Sunday night routine in Playa del Coco I belly up to the bar of one of my local watering holes to take in my one American indulgence since I landed in Costa Rica: Wings and NFL football. Sitting beside me is a guy who I haven’t seen in town (the town is only five blocks long) but who immediately strikes up conversation. “Well what brings you to Costa Rica?” he asks. “A bit of work and play,” I respond, though I quickly regret not giving…

I’m on the way to the airport…without a boarding pass. No, I’m not picking up a friend from the airport (and if any of my friends or family are on the way to surprise me for my birthday, you should turn around, since I won’t be here). And no, I didn’t forget my boarding pass. You can’t forget what you don’t have. I’m doing something I’ve wanted to do ever since the first time I traveled: Go to the airport and take the first flight to a destination…

It was one year ago this week, that I remember sitting in the living room of my sister’s house, as my mother and I did something together that we hadn’t done since I lived at home: watch the Carolina Panthers play football. While we had shared this moment many times before, there was something more nostalgic about this time. Whether it was me being older and more mature, the nature of the trip (having decided only days before to travel back east to surprise my mom for Thanksgiving),…

I actually started writing this post a couple weeks ago after reading the book and watching the movie titled Silver Linings Playbook. The story follows a young guy, not too older then me, who has been struck with tragedy, losing everything, and is desperately looking for the silver lining in the clouds. Like so many things, I began writing this post in my head, but had yet to transfer my thoughts to paper computer screen. However, somewhat in a position of natural high on life, writing and publishing…

Before I jump into what this is, let me begin with what this isn’t. This isn’t about if and how I make a full-time living as a travel blogger. It’s not about how I traveled the world for free. It’s not about how every day, whether work or not, is a vacation, because it isn’t. The lifestyle I set up for myself as I began to travel is one that I chose to do and one that once I had a goal, I wasn’t going to stop until…

“What’s your final destination today Mr. Spellman?” It’s a question I’m asked every single time I go to the airport, yet one that I couldn’t quite muster such a confident answer as I typically do. I pause, ever-so briefly, but quickly realize that every millisecond that passes will only raise suspicions from the TSA agent as he glances at my boarding pass and looks up at me, awaiting my answer. “Um, SFO. San Francisco.” I evidently don’t arise suspicions from the TSA agent to question me any further, as he checks…

When generally talking about the foods and drinks of Central America, I often find that there’s a misnomer. While you’ll no doubt find tacos, margaritas, and chips and salsa, this isn’t the traditional food and drinks of Central American countries like Costa Rica. While many of the best Mexican foods can be found in other countries, the same can’t be said for Central America cuisine. Nonetheless, that’s what makes it so unique – the fact that you can get it in Central America countries, but rarely elsewhere. In my never-ending quest…

As a traveling philosopher, I sometimes wonder what drives peoples’ decisions to travel. I think food has more to do with it then we give it credit for. I just imagine a husband walking into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator, and grumbling to himself something like: “It’s about damn time we take a trip. I am not eating sloppy joes for a third night in a row.” That’s one of my favorite things about traveling – discovering foods that were previously unknown to me. And it’s one of…

What were you doing a year ago? I was doing the same thing I am now: Looking out over the Pacific Ocean at sunset. However, elements are different, like I’m not in flip flops and board shorts, but wrapped up in a hoodie  and wearing hiking boots. Also, instead of sitting on a beach in Costa Rica, I’m sitting on top of a mountain in San Francisco. And instead of living and traveling through Central America and writing part-time, I’m now a full-time writer and launching a consulting…

I brought the pint of hefeweizen beer up to my mouth and took a satisfying drink as I looked out across the landscape in front of me. To the left, the lush green hills rolled along as far I could see, while just before me the cliffs dropped straight down where they were met with waves crashing against the shore. In the far distance, I was looking down at the thin layer of clouds that hovered just above the ocean and parallel with the cliffs. It was a rare,…