Hauling Baby Rosita to Costa Rica’s La Migra

So there I was with a pickup load of Nicaraguans that I was hauling to the immigration office in Puerto Viejo near where my friends in the Comando Atlántico were quartered. In the bed of my truck were the five teenage boys who have taught me how to stay alive surrounded by poisonous snakes, and up … Continue reading Hauling Baby Rosita to Costa Rica’s La Migra →

¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida! (Redux)

I’ve been asked by a gentle reader to write something more cheery about my adventures in Costa Rica that do not involve killing snakes or slaying señoritas. Hope you will find this uplifting. What was that again about mad dogs and Englishmen in the midday sun? I’m dizzy again and on the verge of heat … Continue reading ¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida! (Redux) →

¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida! (Redux)

¡Now It’s La Migra!

Now It’s La Migra! I would have never known that the rogue OIJ agent was the brother of the local thug/bodyguard if he hadn’t revealed that important fact to me while also threatening me with major bodily harm. He also got in some screaming allegations that my mother worked in the world’s oldest profession and … Continue reading ¡Now It’s La Migra! →

¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida! (Redux)

Why Costa Rica?

A gentle reader asks why Costa Rica (CR) and why black pepper? With a follow on question concerning whether this was just an adventure or was there money to be made? There are no short answers to these and they are doggone good questions because almost 30 years later, I’m still asking myself what the … Continue reading Why Costa Rica? →

¡Baby Rosita’s First Time to a Doctor, Pura Vida!