Skip: Every December, I watch Costa Ricans gearing up for tamal season like it’s the culinary Super Bowl. I still don’t understand what triggers the frenzy. One minute everyone’s calm and living Pura Vida… the next minute they’re boiling pork at dawn and hoarding banana leaves like the apocalypse is coming. Teresita: Skip, you need to stop acting like tamales are some cute little snack. This is Christmas engineering. Making tamales is basically our version of NASA launch prep

"Mom, are you sure the doctors there are good?" "Dad, what if something happens and we're not there?" "How do we even know you're getting proper care?" If you're living in Costa Rica as an expat, you've probably heard these worried questions from your adult children or family members back home. And if you're the family member asking these questions — you're not alone. I hear from anxious families every single week. They lose sleep wondering if their loved one in Costa Rica

Skip’s Viewpoint: So apparently I’m not as relaxed as I thought. Back in Florida, I always considered myself a professional-level relaxer. I had a backyard hammock from Home Depot, and I sat in it two whole times—which, in my book, practically qualified me for the “Zen Master Lifetime Achievement Award.” But then Costa Rica happened. I moved down thinking I’d slide effortlessly into the Pura Vida groove. I pictured myself drinking coffee, watching toucans, swinging in my hamm