Our trip to Costa Rica began with a very long day of flights and layovers that ended in the capital city, San Jose. During the day it was shopping streets, markets, cemetery, parks, cathedral, museum, etc. Later it was local bars, even a few which are famed for the proliferation of prostitution. At first I thought that this was an interesting phenomenon to observe, but when we read about how Costa Rica has been put on the watchlist for an alarming rise in human sex trafficking, it ceased to be intriguing.
On an evening walk on our last night in San Jose, Adam said to me in a conspiratorial whisper, “Can I tell you a secret? I don’t really care for this city.”
I’m loath to make blanket statements about a place that I have only spent three days in when I know that hundreds of different unrelated things color my judgment, but, if I’m only reporting how I feel, San Jose hadn’t knocked my socks off either. It was, to me, a city like any other with nothing that really stood out. In fact, I was beginning to think that I would have nothing of interest to say about San Jose, but then, we hadn’t yet met Patricia. Continue reading “Good News, Bad News”