by R.M. ArceJaeger | May 13, 2011 | Personal |
I closed my eyes but could still feel the taxi swerve across the jagged road, so I opened them again just in time to see the driver — busy talking with Mamá Tica in the front seat — veer into the other lane, nearly clipping a pedestrian runner and causing...
by R.M. ArceJaeger | May 9, 2011 | Personal |
The streets of San José, Costa Rica were devoid of people as our commuter bus wended its way through the city. At first, I attributed the closed storefronts (shuttered with bars and metal gates, every one) to the early hour — 6:30 in the morning. Our driver...
by R.M. ArceJaeger | May 6, 2011 | Personal |
I rarely sleep the night before a big flight. Usually the reason stems from a combination of last-minute packing, things I want to do before I leave (like finish watching Anne of Avonlea) and simple adrenaline. This night was no different. I went to bed around 4:30...
by R.M. ArceJaeger | May 3, 2011 | Personal |
I just got back from a two week trip to Costa Rica — a country as lush in its beauty as in its culture. Or so it seems. But is it really as nice as it’s purported to be? Is everything in Costa Rica really Pura Vida, or does Costa Rica need some more Pura...
by R.M. ArceJaeger | Mar 29, 2011 | Personal |
I am sitting in the lodge at the Bear Valley ski resort, typing away on my laptop to the brilliant glow of reflected snow. I am on the last chapter — the last few pages — of my book, and I find myself going at a sandcrawler’s pace, typing a word a...
