Introduccion

 My first view of Costa Rica is from the plane window at about 9pm. It’s very dark outside, and San Jose glows before me like a radioactive spiderweb. San Jose is a concentrated mass of glowing activity, and further from the heart the streets meander outwards, curling and winding in every direction. The street lights have the appearance of luminaries on Christmas Eve, shedding their soft orange light on the roads that are surprisingly scarcely populated by cars in comparison to the capital of a state in the US. Not far from the city’s edge thick grey clouds are erupting with yellow explosions of lightning bursts. However, the sky above the city remains mostly clear. I would have taken a better picture but I was afraid the flight attendant would bust me with my portable electronic not powered down after explicitly instructing us to do so.