My plane arrived in San José alongside a storm.
It’s rainy season in Costa Rica which means “a lull in tourism,” according to the driver taking me into the city. He swerves out of the way of a bunch of teenagers and remarks how calm the city is this month. I should note that San José, despite being the capital, essentially only receives ephemeral travelers on their way to the more traditionally scenic parts of the country. This doesn’t mean it’s not fascinating.