November 2017 in Escazu, Costa Rica
Living abroad or traveling the world can be (and always is) not only educational but also a life-changing experience. The more we open our mind, and other senses, the more open we will be to accepting new things or different cultures. The more accepting we are the less likely we will experience the culture shock while visiting unfamiliar environment but will instinctively accept the things around us and the world at large just the way they are. Our home country seizes being a norm and measuring stick in favor of the world. We have become global citizens.
The more we travel the better idea we will have what to expect at most destinations. The more we know what to expect the less likely our destination will shock us, disappoint us and… impress us. Yes, it goes both ways. The ups and the downs.
Having visited 80+ countries I have pretty good idea what to expect in different parts of the world. I don’t necessarily like everything but I accept it nonetheless, and cannot even remember the last time I was shocked, disappointed or… impressed… until now.
I am impressed. Seriously impressed. Never expected Costa Rica would blow my mind (or rather taste) away.
Do you know pineapples are not sour but sweet (ish)? Do you remember what fresh chicken or tomatoes taste like? I forgot a long time ago. Not only did I forget what food tastes and looks like but also how good it is. My pallet is going through the Renaissance. My pallet is in heaven. Thanks to Costa Rica, Costa Rican farmers and locally produced and sold food.
Not in American/European-type super modern supermarkets selling tasteless and overpriced vacuum-packed products but at local street markets and hole-in-the-wall shops offering fresh, clean, appetizing and deliciously looking products nicely presented and packed screaming at me ‘buy me’, ‘taste me’, ‘eat me’.
And I taste, and I eat and I love it. Pura Vida.
