I have always had a peculiar way of relaxing: This time, I would hurl myself into the hands of God, entrusting life and limb to a 150-foot rope as I swung like Tarzan in the cloud forests of Central America. For a week, Costa Rica would be my playground. I zip-lined, rappelled down waterfalls, rafted rapids, and traversed rain-muddied trails by horseback. The Costa Ricans have a favorite mantra — pura vida — that seemed to capture what I sought, an experience that was full of life.
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