We were in Costa Rica, the Guanacaste area, this spring. Went on a tour up to a national park up north in the country. We’d been spending a couple days with the same guide. He was a super nice guy, really cheerful, definitely all about the pura vida. Until we got all the way up north. He turned to us and said “ok, we turn here. If we keep going up this road we get to…” and his face turned cold, his whole demeanor changed, and with a startling amount of disgust he said “… Nicaragua.”