Costa Rica was a dream, a dream that might change my life. You know all those novels, movies and songs where people go to the tropics and lose their inibitions and discover their true personalities? That very nearly happened to me.
Indeed, it seems that it may STILL happen to me. Something about the novelty and charm of the experience made me realize the extent to which I have been resisting much inner guidance, perhaps living a false life. Once I’ve mulled it over sufficiently to be sure I’m not making a drastic mistake, that must be corrected.
Stay tuned — when Lucy Honeychurch starts to live, that will be something to see.
Linnetontheleaf 
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