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A childhood fantasy. To rip up and down unpaved Carmen Calle in beloved Santa Teresa Costa Rica with flips flops, sans helmets. For no major reason at all, other than to procure a hefty batch of rambutan from the local dealer.
All hours of the day and between rain storms, I succumbed to the powerful desire of capturing sounds of crackling motor bikes and exhausted twin tires hauling families of four. Front row experiences these kids will recollect.
Pura Vida. Friendly to my shirtless presence articulated by smiles and neutral glimpses. Set against a surf-worthy backdrop of Pacific Ocean with elusive mansions steeped above in the mountainous jungle. Lisavette Saylor.