Sundays in Tortuguero had a distinctive feel.
I wasn’t sure if the feeling of dislocation I experienced on my second Sunday in the outpost was due to James’ departure, the after-effects of COVID-19, or the extra layer of quiet that seemed to descend on the base as the local staff took a well-deserved day off. Whatever it was, there didn’t see…
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