Crossing the border into Costa Rica, it finally hit me. There were nineteen weeks of travel behind me, and only one ahead. This was the end of my Latin American adventures. I’d chosen to fly out of San Jose for several reasons. First, because there were flight to New Orleans for only 15,000 frequent flyer miles…

“Well, we’ve got three months for Central America which should be okay as we’re only spending a week in Costa Rica.” “We’re skipping Costa Rica entirely.” “You’re going to Costa Rica?! I guess you really hate your money.” From Peru to Panama we met backpackers warning us against the budget-wrecking horrors of Costa Rica. Had we…

“At one point, those doctors nearly declared me dead.” The man riding next to me was very much alive, and explaining how a bad accident led him to trade in riding Harleys in America for riding horses in Costa Rica. It was just one of many fantastic tales we’d hear throughout the day. As a certified…

This post is a significant one — the final Photo of the Week from my twenty weeks of Latin American adventures. Today, Anders and I part ways and tomorrow I’ll be flying back to the US. It’s incredibly bittersweet — I’m paralyzed at the thought of saying goodbye to my copilot for the past three months…