Bekka Burton is addicted to conquering fear, stepping outside of her comfort zone by traveling and acquiring rusty bikes and riding them everywhere. She sold everything she owned in Rochester, NY and moved to Central America on a one-way ticket to teach English, write, learn Spanish, eat fresh mangoes and papayas, swim in the Caribbean everyday and meet other global wanderers.
“There’s a really great path you can take up this hill,” she told me as we were standing in her driveway, the orange tomcat slinking between her legs like a toddler peeking his head from behind his mother’s knees. Accepting a second housesitting gig in the hills of Boquete, I was eager to take a(…)
The watchdog’s barking wakes me up around 4 AM. I can hear him running around outside panting heavily and barking at something, hopefully not someone. Not wanting to get out of the warm king size bed I’m in, nor wanting to put my feet on the cold ceramic tiles that make up the entire floor(…)
Having lived in the all encompassing, oft oppressive humidity of the Caribbean tropics for half a year, I decided it was time to breathe some cool mountain air, perhaps take a hike or two. Boquete, Panama, became the destination, a half-day away from Puerto Viejo, Costa Rica. Half a day ended up being ten hours(…)
If you want to experience a foreign culture in authenticity, eat the way locals eat, speak their language, walk a dusty mile in their flip flops, watch their familial interactions, drink a cup of coffee with them, and use their shower, I suggest doing a homestay. This is a wonderful way to immerse yourself in(…)