The triple pat: Left front, right front, and right rear pocket; keys, phone, wallet. I do this every time before I walk out the door. Certainly others have to do this I wonder. My right front pocket is a little bit more worn because of all the times I’m grabbing my phone. I check it before I put in my pocket, then again before the end of the driveway, another time at the end of the street, and again at the end of my five-minute walk to the…

I don’t consider it a broad-sweeping statement that everyone has their “non-negotiables”. Maybe you only drink domestic beer, shop at boutique stores, or date bearded men. I would imagine that your non-negotiables carry over to the realm of travel. While my list of travel non-negotiables has evolved over the years, there is one that to this day I won’t budge on. My non-negotiable is that of using a local tour guide. I’ve never booked one online or before I’ve taken a trip. I’ve always gotten to the destination,…

As you may or may not have gathered, Coco, Costa Rica isn’t exactly a booming metropolis. With no stoplights and one main road through town, you can be almost anywhere in town in just a few minutes. For many visitors to Coco, it makes for an ideal one-day or weekend trip. Many visitors to the Guanacaste Province will spend a Friday or Saturday in Coco, so they can partake in its great nightlife. Windstar Cruise Line even makes a one-day stop midweek in Coco. I put together the…

Arriving to Costa Rica just a couple days after Christmas, the first thing on my agenda was New Year’s in Coco. Let me first say that I’m not a huge partier per se. A kick ass night for me is chugging a couple beers, eating pizza, and watching a good action flick or college basketball game. The first image that pops in my head, and maybe yours, is a 27-year old Homer Simpson. Nonetheless, Canadian expat Cheryl had hyped up Coco pretty big, so I knew I couldn’t…

After 24 hours of cancellations, delays, and layovers, I finally made it to Coco, Costa Rica yesterday. It certainly wasn’t without plenty of shenanigans and great people watching, but I’m thankful, because I had it good compared to many others who were traveling yesterday. I touched down in San Jose early yesterday morning, followed by a four-hour ride from the airport to Coco, a small beach town on the North Pacific side of Costa Rica. Within the first few minutes of arriving, I found myself already negotiating and…