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In praise of weeping
My mom arrived early, as always. Dressed in black, she walked through the doors of the funeral home, searched around but found no one she knew. Don Enrique, a very dear co-worker who worked as a...
The invisible mountain range
I sit in front of my computer, ready to write. I have decided to travel to Uvita, in the South Pacific, without packing suitcases, hat or sunscreen. I close my eyes and let the memories of a trip I...
The magnet of the South Caribbean
After a walk along the beach, we went back to the hotel. Our feet were covered by a thin dark layer, black as engine grease. We took off our flip-flops; we opened the tap to the maximum and rubbed...
Commercial banking and sustainable finance: challenges and opportunities
Our General Director, Emma Tristán, recently contributed with an article in The Business Year, a leading global media group recognized for its in-depth economic analysis and high-level insights...
Chinese Tales
I remember the red bridge in Parque Chino. I remember it because, during my childhood, I climbed his hunchbacked back like someone climbing a mountain. Also, because it appears in a photograph that...
Express Permits and Frozen Accounts
On August 2, 2025, Costa Rica’s environmental movement was shaken by an unprecedented case: an environmental activist, known for walking the forests and his social criticism, woke up to find his...
How to Lead an Energy Transition?
A few months ago, I traveled for more than five hours from Cartago to Guanacaste to attend a workshop on green hydrogen—a promising energy vector ideal for decarbonizing hard-to-electrify sectors,...
The grays
One afternoon in December 2018 we met the greys. We had traveled to New Mexico with Jennifer and Juan Jose, taking advantage of the fact that they go every year to celebrate their wedding...
Fidel’s granddaughter
I was six years old when my grandfather died. My nono. I was very young, but I have some very vivid memories of him. I remember one afternoon when it was pouring rain, and I was sitting on the porch...
In Praise of Experience
A few days ago, we held a basketball game between the students and professors at the university where I teach. To say we held it is just a figure of speech. Or rather, it's something only those of...
A loan where we all win
Juan lives in Orosi, surrounded by mountains where you can hear the murmur of the river winding through the valley. His days are spent tending to a few small plots of land and dreaming of expanding...
A paradise of volcanoes and bananas
A few weeks ago, I visited visual artist Moisés Barrios in his studio in Guatemala City. Moisés showed me his most recent pictorial work and invited me to write a text to accompany his exhibition...