On a trip to Costa Rica, I re-discovered some of the joys of my life. As a diplomat I had often traveled. It was part of the job. I really enjoyed being in a culture that was not much like the American culture, and I found particular satisfaction in functioning in another language. For some years in my retirement, I opted not to travel much, but when I landed in San Jose, Costa Rica’s capital, the joys I used to know so well came flooding back.
Walking through the central market in San Jose, there is a bustle, there is a hum, of people making their best life. The Ticos (what Costa Ricans call themselves) call it “Pura Vida.” It doesn’t translate directly but it means you’re making the most of every moment to make your best life. Everywhere you travel in Costa Rica, someone is wishing you Pura Vida. The Ticos use it for hello, good-bye, but more precisely it means “don’t miss an opportunity to have the best life you can.”
My six days in the country were fantastic. Between mounting hills beside volcanoes, touring a coffee plantation, swimming in the Pacific Ocean, or ziplining high above the rainforest, I felt blood pulsing through my veins in ways that were astounding. On the zipline, my FITBIT told me my heart was pulsing at 145 beats per minute. Exhilarating!
Travel is a wonderful way to wake up dormant senses and remember to make your Pura Vida.
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