• Central America,  Travel

    A Night to Forget

    A long, long time ago, in a life that no longer feels like it was mine, I made a couple of trips to Central America. The first time I went, I was eighteen, and it was to Costa Rica with a girlfriend. We spent something like fourty-five days touring the country, seeing the sights, and enjoying what seemed to us to be a different planet. The second trip was all over Central America, save for Belize and Panama, and I went with a buddy so it was way crazier, and for the first two months, it was way more fun. Then he went home, which seemed to be the start…