Those that have traveled with me, know that I can get rather anxious when it comes to flying. I don’t like take-offs, and I dislike landings even more. I also get freak out when I have the window seat. However, today I forced myself to look out the window as we flew into Costa Rica.
I looked down as we flew south across the Nicaraguan border, and for the next thirty minutes I focused on the Pacific coastline, following it to the Nicoyan Peninsula, where the plane then turned eastward towards the country center of San Jose. Decreasing in altitude, we were eye to eye with the tips of the southern mountain ranges. Looking out the window, my first impression of Costa Rica was of tranquility.
