Remember Costa Rica 25 years ago? That raw surf culture, the dirt-road villages, the hammock hostels on the beach where morning yoga meant clearing sand off your mat? That version of Costa Rica has moved north. Nicaragua is where the real adventure is now. If Costa Rica has become the boutique, yoga-brunch version of itself, Nicaragua is its barefoot younger sibling—still wild, still wandering, still figuring it all out. And for some of us, that’s exactly the kind of place we want to be.
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