Tina the head Boomerina asked me what it’s like retiring to Costa Rica… rather than blow her off with some witty bon-mot (as if), I wrote a post for her site.
What’s it like retiring to Costa Rica? Wherever you are living now, imagine how you would answer that question if somebody was considering retiring there.
- What’s it like retiring to Seattle?
- What’s it like retiring to Scottsdale?
- What’s it like retiring to Sarasota?
The correct answer is one that incontinent boomers know about:
And then I rambled on for another 1,500 words. If you have questions or comments, please leave them over at Tina Tina Boomerinas.com. I’ll do my best to respond quickly and accurately.
But not today… I’m gonna hang out at the pool hall and shoot some stick.
Heres some old fun posts
- I Have STD But in twenty-three days it will be gone. I have Short Timer's Disease. STD. 23 days until I retire. This thousand day countdown is now irrelevant. This is the time left until my 66th birthday: the gummit sanctioned day that I would be eligible for to collect my full allotment of Social Security moola. But boy did things change. When I started telling people at work that I would be retiring, Nicole-The-Receptionist, (not her real name) asked: What happens if the guy that comes in after you doesn't like me? I cracked: I don't give a shit. Which all agreed would be shortened to I.D.G.A.S. in future conversations about work-related issues. I can't wait to tell them I have an STD. I've got it, but I'll try not to spread it.
- In Case I Need to Return to Work: “Bienvenido to… It's one of those cringe-worthy jokes people who are thinking about retirement make: If I can't live on Social Security, I can always work at Wal-mart as a greeter. Pali, Hipermas, Mas X Menos, and Maxi Bodega are all owned by Walmart in Costa Rica. A total of 181 stores. Walmart announced that they will open 24 new stores in Costa Rica - THIS YEAR. There will be 800 job openings. Bienvenido to Walmart. Today, Hipermas will be changing it's name to Walmart. All the Costa Rica stores are celebrating with what Walmart is equating to the Black Friday sales. Another one of the ways that Costa Rica culture shock can bite you in the butt: Walmart may be our preferred shopping trip when we need a taste of the U.S. back into our life. I mentioned to Nancy that it would be kind of cool if Walmart decided to build a store near Sedolsoder. She about choked. Nancy has spent her adult life avoiding the People of Walmart, she is a Lady of Target. This could get interesting. ---- One of a series of posts about retiring and moving to Costa Rica
- Our Independence Day: Moving To Costa Rica by Independence… September 15 is Independence Day in Costa Rica. June 17 is GoingLikeSixty.com Independence day. By July 4, Independence Day in the U.S., we plan to be living in Costa Rica. Costa Rica? Huh? Credit the Recession The last twelve months have been a whirlwind for Nancy and I. The punchline is: I'm am retiring, we sold our house, are selling our stuff, and we are moving to the place I bought with my partner Castro in Costa Rica to become permanent residents. Ba-dump-bump. I'm not sure I can reduce the last twelve months to words. Not having the right words never stopped me before and it won't stop now. First, some historical perspective: I was depressed by the recession. Recessed by the depression. Obsessed with succession. Like a lot of boomers, we didn't save enough money during my 40s. We played a lot. Cruises, trips to the Bahamas and Mexico, multi-Disney World vacations, parties, you know the drill. Our first big trip was to Cancun was when Eastern Airlines had a Buy A Car -Get a Trip Free deal. We did. We were in our 40s and the kids were in tweens/teens. We all wanted to have fun! And we did. We lived off credit cards. I was smug and on more than one occasion boasted "we will always have a car payment." I loved driving a new car every 2-3 years. Even though I drove a company car that I got to trade every 3 years (until recently) I still wanted a new "fun" car to motor around in. We were living "large." Then I got fired. Whoopsie. One daughter in college, and another headed there and we had no income. Through successful credit card flipping and some loans from parents, and some high-interest student loans, I was able to keep the wolves from our door. After a year of being unemployed, literally on the last day of my unemployment compensation, I was offered a crappy low-base, low-commission job. But it's easier to get a job when you already have one, so I took it. I got fired again from that job, this time by telephone! (That was fun. - I was Juan Williams before being Juan Williams was cool.) Within a week I had a job offer in my chosen profession that restored us to the lifestyle we liked. After a few years in that job, we ended up in Bowling Green, Kentucky - a sunbelt garden spot - working for an excellent employer. But we never recovered financially. We weren't broke, we paid off all our credit card debt, inherited a small sum from my parents and invested. We had a nest egg by the time we were in our 50s, but it was pretty puny compared to the Million Dollar Nest Egg all the online retirement calculators said we needed to make it possible for me to quit work. Dubya put a dagger in our dreams with his commitment to high war and low taxes on the rich. Millions of baby-boomers had their hopes crushed by George W. Bush led policies. So when I started GoingLikeSixty.com at the age of 59, I was sure there would never be an opportunity for me to retire. I would work until I dropped dead I told people. And then. THEN. Nancy found Costa Rica. And that led to our Independence Day. ----- One of a series about retiring and moving to Costa Rica.
- It’s Sedolsoder Costa Rica! Not Panama or Belize or… Nancy and I are packing up and moving to Costa Rica. Why Costa Rica and not Panama or Belize or even Mexico? These were all on our radar once we figured we could be happy living in an LEDC (less economically developed country.) We had visited Belize recently, and Mexico in it's glory days. Ultimately, it came down to the mountains, the scenery, the beauty and the people of Costa Rica. Belize has no mountains to make for temperate climates and natural beauty. In the areas away from the northern borders and tourist areas and the high crime, Mexico has some lovely mountain communities. Both countries have their share of beauty. But not as compact or as dramatic as Costa Rica. And neither has Ticos. Or volcanoes. If Costa Rica didn't work out, Mexico might have had a shot. Belize, probably never because of the year 'round heat and humidity. We never made it to Panama. But we will since Panama is "only" a 4-5 hour drive from Sedolosoder. (Sedolosoder is the corporation name we picked to own our expansive finca - SedonaOliverSofiDerby.) Property values in Panama seemed to be at their peak. We scouted every real estate website for Panama property and didn't see any that were in our price range that met our criteria. Yes, we had criteria for our new home, thanks to Tico Tim's Tour. $100-150,000 Atenas/San Ramon/Grecia 1500 +/- square feet Lot with enough flat space for four dogs to poop 3500 feet alititude +/- Hot water Large outdoor living area - or space to add one 3 bedroom Within one hour of the airport (SJO) Yes, pooping was on our list. We almost met every criteria. Almost. We didn't get as high as we wanted and gave up a bedroom. But we gained a coffee crop! Life is full of compromises. ----- Part of a series of posts about retiring and moving to Costa Rica.
- Moving to Costa Rica Milestones & Robin Moving to Costa Rica is just full of milestones. Today there were two: the shipper made contact to confirm that the driver will be a Haus de Bow-Wow at 7 a.m. on June 28. Which is what our Costa Rica shipper told us. Bin/box number 400 was packed today. It was my Costa Rica rocking chair which we purchased on our first house-hunting trip. Wasn't purely planned that way, but when I got close to that number I figured it was time for the chair to prepare for the second half of the round-trip. As I sat in the backyard eating lunch, Sedona and Derby were with me... they aren't far away now that their pals are in Costa Rica. There was a mama Robin and a baby getting food. The baby was in the hoppy stage with limited flight capabilities. It wasn't long before Sedona noticed and took off after the baby. The lil Robin Red Breast flew to safety about six feet above Sedona's head. Mama did her thing and divebombed Sedona and lured her away so her baby could be safe. I love the yin/yang of nature. I think I'm gonna like it in Costa Rica - can't wait to see Sedona interact with a Toucan! or Laughing Falcon aka/ Orgasm Bird. My friend Jeremy gave me some excellent tips on off-the-beaten path sites that he found during his 2 week vacation in CR. He says he could see himself retiring there someday. He's a hipster raconteur. I can't wait to meet him on top of volcano. It will be EPIC. (Jeremy teaches me hipster chat.) More milestones coming up. Nancy is car shopping today. Phone company should get phone and internet hooked up "soon."