My New Happy Place

From now on, when I’m shoved between smelly riders on the NYC subway, desperate for a seat or an inch more personal space, here’s where I’m heading in my brain.

I spent just three nights here last week, but I did my best to upload every bit of it — the dewy cross-breezes swooping down from the cloud forest, the tropical birds, the fluffy towels, the bath salts, the late afternoon sunset and rainbows — into my memory stores. It’s the very definition of dreamy.

The air doesn't get any fresher than the Monteverde Cloud Forest.

The aire doesn’t get any mas fresca than the Monteverde Cloud Forest.