So why would I choose a dirty, stinky, drunk guy sleeping on the curb next to the mangy dog town to call home? Because I only have to be in town when I need stuff, and living in rural Costa Rica requires very little stuff. When I am not in town collecting the stuff I need, I am home, drinking the landscape that surrounds me. Clouds float in and out of my world and the sun heats the fresh laundry that I've just hung on the line. I am perhaps busier here than ever before but time is mine to spend.
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Alison, I just wanted to let you know I've been enjoying your blog and your art for a while now. My family and I hope to live in Costa Rica (Nosara) one day and your blog seems to offer an honest and heartfelt perspective. Best wishes to you and your family. Pura Vida! Craig, Roswell GA
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