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Dear Alanis,
I believe you’re somewhat familiar with my beloved country. However, this is what Costa Rica is to me: the dizzying contrast between walking along the pavement, soaked by a ridiculous drizzle, past a general store boasting a sign for Pozuelo biscuits, all the while knowing that a few yards away behind the rusty railings of the old Alajuela Municipal…
