There are places you visit, and then there are places that quietly find their way into you. My recent time in Costa Rica, working on a retreat, has been one of those rare experiences that feels less like travel and more like a gentle shift in perspective. I’ve been fortunate enough to see many parts of the world over the years, but very few leave me with the feeling that I could retu - not just for a holiday, but to truly live. Costa Rica is one of those places. There’s a warmth here that goes far beyond the climate. It’s in the people, their openness, their kindness, their unhurried way of being. It’s in the way life feels simpler, yet somehow fuller. Time stretches differently here; it softens, allowing you to breathe a little deeper and notice a little more. Working on the retreat has been equally special. There’s something powerful about stepping away from the noise of everyday life and creating space for movement, for connection, for...
Arrival: Costa Rica at Last The ten-hour wait in New York moved slowly, the kind of slow that only airports seem capable of producing. Hours blur into each other under artificial lights, time measured by departure boards and coffee refills. At one point I stumbled upon a lounge that felt like stepping into a 1960s diner—bright lights, chrome details, and music blasting out old classics. It was oddly comforting, a little pocket of nostalgia in the middle of a very long journey. By the time my flight was finally announced, I was ready to collapse. After what felt like endless security checks, I sank into my seat and, at last, slept soundly almost the entire way. When I landed, the relief was enormous. Walking out into the warm air and seeing the woman holding the sign for my pickup felt like the final piece falling into place. My mini-bus driver greeted me with a huge smile, and we set off towards Playa Grande. The drive itself felt like an...
From Bordeaux to Costa Rica : Kindness, Waiting, and the Weight of the World I left Bordeaux, where I’d been visiting my son, with plans to fly to Barcelona, then onward to New York and finally Costa Rica for a retreat. Everything was on track, until my New York flight was suddenly moved to the following day, leaving me stranded in Barcelona. As I sit in the airport, watching the faces of travellers all around me , some excited, some weary, some impatient. I’m reminded of how interconnected our journeys are. Each person has a story, a destination, a hope, or a worry. Waiting in this liminal space, I feel both the tension of travel delays and the quiet moments of observation that travel so often offers. During the chaos, Ikram, a truly wonderful Level airline staff member, stepped in to sort out my connections and ease the stress. Her kindness reminded me how much small acts of care can transform a difficult day. Yet even as I find comfort...