A tale of two Costa Ricas: hope, inequality and an hour on the train

Considering how much I love the idea of trains in general, and San José’s Tren Urbano specifically, it’s embarrassing how long it took me to hop aboard for a ride to and from Cartago. I’d ridden the train eastward from games at the National Stadium – by far the best way to get away fromContinue reading “A tale of two Costa Ricas: hope, inequality and an hour on the train”