by Runaway Slave | May 31, 2007 | Costa Rica, Libertarian Curmudgeon
I can hardly wait for this little bakery in Sto. Domingo to open.
by Runaway Slave | Apr 12, 2007 | Costa Rica, Essays & Articles, Libertarian Curmudgeon
The citizens of Costa Rica celebrated the defining event of their spiritual lives yesterday. I was pleased and privileged to join them. A week of warm up called Santa Semana, Holy Week, brings in the holiday with processions, rites and rituals. Easter is one of few...
by Runaway Slave | Nov 1, 2006 | Costa Rica, Economics, Essays & Articles, Inflation, Libertarian Curmudgeon
The Crawling Peg sounds like a rock group that isn’t too proud to beg for a gig or that gets so lubed up during one that dancing is impossible except on all fours. It’s nothing so cheerful, however. Here in Costa Rica “the crawling peg” refers to the narrow spread of...
by Runaway Slave | Aug 22, 2006 | Costa Rica, Essays & Articles, Government, Libertarian Curmudgeon
They hoped to scare me, but comforted me instead. The half inch high headline in La Nacion, one of the Costa Rica's leading daily newspapers, shouted in alarm. "Over 20% of Tico Police Over 50 Years Old" In the subhead we learned that most cops suffer...
by Runaway Slave | Aug 2, 2006 | Costa Rica, Essays & Articles, Human Interest, Libertarian Curmudgeon
The day breaks on August 2 here in San Jose, Costa Rica with brass bands blaring and fireworks booming. The pilgrims who have filled the roads for the last few weeks have mostly arrived by now in Cartago, a city about 15 miles east of San Jose. Cartago has three times...
by Runaway Slave | Jul 26, 2006 | Costa Rica, Essays & Articles, Government, Libertarian Curmudgeon
Uncle Sam last week showed the world how he intends to protect Americans from the evils of internet wagering. Choices included regulation by the states, nationwide regulation by the feds or prohibition. Predictably, the government is taking the path of maximum...
by Runaway Slave | Jul 17, 2006 | Costa Rica, Essays & Articles, Human Interest, Libertarian Curmudgeon
Danielito is just over three feet tall so he travels light. In this climate you don’t need much. Ten degrees north of the equator it’s never cold, wet sometimes, but not cold. He wears an orange and blue striped soccer jersey, number 14, denim shorts with...
by Runaway Slave | Jun 21, 2006 | Costa Rica, Essays & Articles, Human Interest, Libertarian Curmudgeon
Comida is the Spanish word for food. Here in Costa Rica, for hustlers and the truly destitute alike, comida is high on the list of magic words used to pry coins from gringo pockets. The locals peg me for a gringo so fast you would think I was wearing a Stars and...
