I vividly remember being 4 or 5 years old and looking out of my bedroom window thinking "why me?" What that meant is a story for another time, but I always had a sense of the greater structures & spiritual meanings to this life.

People ask me why I love Costa Rica so much, and for the first time, the answer is clear: my nervous system settles here. Life moves slower, people care for one another, and what actually matters rises to the surface. Costa Rica doesn’t ask you to rush — it invites you to breathe.

When we landed in Costa Rica, we went through immigration, and then customs. Upon going through customs, an official saw Irie in her crate.