Soaked through, we descend again toward the coast. Which means driving through the town of Liberia. Barely a dot on the map in 1973, now it has its own airport with flights from Minnesota. We’ve stumbled into a booming expat community. Which means land-owning locals are becoming as endangered as the Costa Rican Quetzal bird. I stop counting the obnoxious private property/keep out signs and pour Gary a stiffer-than-normal G&T when we finally find a beach that allows camping.
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