Enclaves of cultural groups seem to gather together in Costa Rica as naturally as water falls down. German, Dutch, Americans, Canadians, Chinese, and Danes (just to mention a few) set down roots here. Some retire, some work, some live here when it’s too cold OVER THERE.

It’s great fun to go to an event and see a blend of all these cultures make for a splendid afternoon. Meat on the grill; Mariachees, rice, and at least three languages filled an afternoon in the sun. Off in the distance - over an hour away - the Atlantic sat, just doing it’s thing of beauty.

For the afternoon we were from all one place, and a nice place it was.