Stranger Truth World View

I guess because truth really is stranger than fiction. I try to look past what I think I see and see what is. Sometimes the results are unexpected, endearing or even mystifying. I think we have a tendency to see what we expect.

For example, I live near a Tico town called Quepos. If you walk its streets, you will likely think it poor. The tin roofs are rusting. The streets are narrow and everything from dogs to golf carts to buses and delivery trucks, to segways (those funny looking two-wheeled, motorized things that you stand up on) whizzes past you. Street vendors sell empanadas, and cold coconuts, and frozen juice pops. Call girls swing their hips and moms with new babies run from the rain. The commotion combined with the hand scrawled signs and steep runoff ditches along the street sides makes you uncomfortable. You feel the third-world-countryness of the place. But what you may not notice is that every young girl walks with the guidance of her smart phone and every young boy has a fancy new haircut. These people are not poor. Their homes and cars are paid for. And most of what you see costs twice what is does in the states. A hole in the wall where you might be able to fit half a sports bar goes for almost half a million dollars....for real.

This place is not poor.

Sit on a brightly painted park bench and watch the details for a while.

Its just different.

I'd like to bring you here so you can see it for yourself.

It might just change your world view.

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