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In Praise of the Fly

Once, for four or five weeks, I was a fly nest. This happened when I was ten years old, during a vacation with my maternal grandparents, on a farm in San Carlos de Alajuela. Those were days of getting up early and milking cows next to spotted horses, small calves and...

The neighbors

The neighbors began to arrive at six o’clock. First a couple arrived with flowers; then another with a bottle of wine; then one more with sandwiches. They came two by two, smiling, generous, following the path of the garden. They celebrated the orchids on the...

Learning to Care

My father kept an orchid greenhouse for many years. It wasn’t very large, but to me it had the density of a world of its own. I remember the filtered light, the humidity in the air, the flowered stems he arranged with such care. From an early age, I learned that...

The rhythm of the machine

In Charles Chaplin’s film Modern Times, the protagonist appears trapped in a factory production line that never stops. His task seemed simple: tightening nuts over and over to the rhythm of a machine that never slowed down. The rhythm was not decided by the...

Luminous Silence

Some time ago, a friend made a remark — or rather, a provocation: “What do you mean you haven’t been to Tajo Zulay? It’s like going to Mars!” His words lingered. I added the site to my top ten geological places to visit — or revisit — knowing it had everything in its...

The value of education

A few days ago, the Ombudsman’s Office warned that the permanent reduction in educational funding is putting the right to education in Costa Rica at risk. Public spending in this sector fell from 7.8% of GDP in 2019 to 5.5% in 2025, well below the constitutional...