My wife and I have secret dreams of moving the fam to Costa Rica.

(well, they were secret dreams) We went in February. Scouting mission. Walking out to surf one morning, I watched handfuls of people stop and talk to each other on the street. Surfboards under their arms, no rush, nowhere to be. A new animal at every turn, just sitting there, happy. Last week, I drove to my parents. My mom was watching Miles for the day. "Miles, we're at Gigi's." A smile breaks across his face. As I put my keys in the door, he's kicking his legs in excitement. I crack the door. "MILES!!!" Maybe just an investment property...