In a previous article, I told you all about the meandering path that brought me from chilly Canada to sunny Costa Rica. Judging from the number of happy expats that I’ve met since my story isn’t as uncommon as you might think.
It’s early in the morning. The air is fresh with last night’s rain. A soft breeze rustles my hair as I settle into my favorite chair with a mug of rich Costa Rican coffee and start my day. My morning routine varies little since I arrived almost three years ago with two suitcases and a dog carrier in hand.
Karen Fallas is "petite," with big intelligent eyes and a strength that you can witness if you are lucky enough to have a long conversation with this prodigious woman and her daughter Valeria. I myself was lucky to met her more than a decade ago. I worked as a travel agent, and she worked for a hotel that we used for our passengers. Little did I know then the treasure behind this amiable girl.