I didn’t realize how tired I was until I stopped. I’m Linda, 48, from Portland, and my trip to Jaco Beach came after a year of juggling work, aging parents, and adult kids boomeranging in and out of the house. I wasn’t looking for a wild party trip; I wanted somewhere I could feel safe,…
If you had told me ten years ago that I’d be wandering along a Pacific beach in Costa Rica at sunrise, birdwatching and sipping strong local coffee, I might have laughed. My name is Charles, I’m 61, from Philadelphia, and my idea of vacation used to be “whatever conference was in a warm city.” This…