“I want to own the beach.” I’ve heard it a hundred times, usually from someone standing barefoot on the sand in Sámara at golden hour, and I get the pull c

The first house I ever sold in Sámara closed on a plastic table under a mango tree, buyer, seller and me all a little sunburned. It went smoothly because w

“My friend told me I have to set up a corporation to buy in Costa Rica.” I hear that line constantly, and it’s half true, which is the most dangerous kind

A few years back a buyer called me in a full panic, three days before closing on a house near Nosara. A “seller’s assistant” had emailed her fresh wiring i