JUNGLE DREAMS IN COSTA RICA

The first thing you hear is not silence — it’s life. Birdsong. Frogs. Leaves rustling with something just beyond your line of sight. Costa Rica greets you with green. Everywhere. Unapologetic. Alive. I arrived at a rainforest lodge in Osa Peninsula, where howler monkeys served as morning alarms and cold showers came with butterfly company.

Copenhagen doesn’t shout. It hums. With bicycles. With wind through clean streets. With the laughter of people who live slowly and love deeply. I arrived on a cloudy morning. The sky was gray, but the buildings were pastel — like someone painted happiness into every brick. I rented a bike and joined the flow. It wasn’t fast. It was… mindf