PLACES WE LOVE, PEOPLE & FRIENDS WE'VE MET.
ADVENTURES NOT TO FORGET!
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...On my way to Julio’s I met “Lucho” who used to be involved with voodoo and witchcraft, friend’s with Julio. Lucho made a whole disclaimer about Julio on our way to him, but from everything he said, all I remember was:
“…he eats bats you know…” Lucho smiles.
“…he eats bats you know…” Lucho smiles.
There is almost a mystical notion on how the costarican past used to work and possibly still does in certain places of the country. This small part of its folklore is an apprehension of truths that are already implanted in every tico, though many might not even know it, this is their raison d’etre and what makes every culture so special.
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A wave of heat is your first welcoming when arriving to "Rey Curré", an Indian Territory inside Brunka. The heat of the weather is as the warmth of it's people. The whole village gathers together at this time of the year (the last week of January) to celebrate their "New Year".
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Friendship confirms us that the world is as we see it, letting our "dark side" bring up the true spirit of life to achieve wholeness. Sometimes you can feel you're not your own self. Society teaches you to be ashamed of your true self. But being conscious of your "repressed self" might help you achieve an inner balance to better understand yourself.
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Preserving magic in the wetlands of Sierpe.
A hypnotic attraction drawn by a weird first encounter left me wanting more. My curiosity about this ghost-like town was aroused. "The pearl of the south" is a magical gateway. |
I felt small and vulnerable, but intrigued by the statue's eyes, almost as a threat. But that same brain response that was perceived as fear, was turned to excitement and motivation, a thrust to learn more about the town...what secrets did those statue's eyes confined.
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I know Halloween is over! But it's hard for me to accept how underestimated this celebration has become. I love monsters and everything related, so I did a quest to find where Ghouls, Ghosts and Witches hide after the trick or treating candy-hangover is over.
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I try to escape the insatiable corporate machine one month a year. With hope of clearing the mind and soul, I seek for different horizons and mysterious realms that satisfy the sense of meaning and belonging. In this quest I endeavor to explain the "black forever', the drive of motivation.
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...and all I could see were angry volcanoes, millions of years ago; almost on an apocalyptic red landscape where lava steamed up the same waters I was captivated with, creating layers and layers until they break the water's surface...and then I saw land...
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"We always celebrate something; we celebrate hoping that Monday is over, Tuesday because Monday is over, Wednesday because it's already halfway the week, Thursday ‘cause it's almost Friday and the rest of the days are pretty obvious why we celebrate..."
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A few years ago I decided to go on a road-trip along the Península de Nicoya in Guanacaste, Costa Rica.
I will never forget the power of nature and how something so beautiful can be so wild and formidable. |
Sometimes I like to just drive in oblivion; nothing on my mind but the road while listening to my favorite tunes.
It feels like escaping from everything. Will I ever go back? Do I really want to go back?
“…the fear of solitude is at root a fear of oneself…”
It feels like escaping from everything. Will I ever go back? Do I really want to go back?
“…the fear of solitude is at root a fear of oneself…”