How long have you lived overseas?
Its been 10 years. I am 68 and I am making a little money from the coffee I am growing, a little money from renting out pasture, and I am living off the proceeds from selling my house in the U.S. My original plan was to develop this farm to the point where I could earn a bare bones subsistance income from it, maybe $3000 a year. Not there yet. The 1500 mixed native hardwood trees I have planted I consider to me my Social Security. I can sell them for lumber one at a time when I am old, or mill them myself and sell the lumber. And in the meantime I get to enjoy their company!
What made you decide to leave the US?
Mostly it was Dubya either winning reelection or stealing it in Nov 2004, and the refusal of my fellow anti-war , anti-imperialist activists to look at the overwhelming evidence that 9/11 was an inside job. And the wimpiness of the anti-war movement in thinking that marching around some abandoned city streets on a weekend when nobody was in town was the best they could do to stop the invasion of Iraq.
I should mention that I have been spending winters in Mexico and Central America since 1977 and I was involved , during the U.S. wars on the poor in Central America, in solidarity work and voluntary accompaniment work in Guatemala and El Salvador from 1986 to 1996,when the Peace Agreement was signed in Guatemala. International accompaniment is where foreigners use their white skin privilege to accompany folks who are threatened with assassination or disappearance, mostly indigenous leaders, or human rights leaders or labor union leaders, or entire indigenous communities. I have also lived in a Zapatista community. So deciding on Costa Rica was not a big, abrupt thing for me as it might be for others, I have experience in Central America..
I chose Costa Rica because land ownership by foreigners is more secure, though some still do get ripped off through fraud.
What do you miss about not being in the US?
Mostly I miss nutritional yeast for popcorn, tamari soysauce , whole wheat blueberry pancakes and real maple syrup and good turkey for sandwiches. And good roads, the road infrastructure here in Costa Rica is one of the worst points. And road signs, and street signs in towns and cities, and house numbers. I miss a sense of cause and effect which my very rural neighbors seem to lack. I miss bookstores and libraries and intelligent conversation. Or did I really have that much intelligent conversation in the U.S. ? I miss good live music. I miss drivers who know how to drive.
What are the challenges of living where you are as a foreigner?
I picked a somewhat remote rural area in the mountains. I have a small coffee farm . I like the altitude of 900 meters, it is not hot like the lower elevations are. But it is the wild west out here and I had the bad luck to buy a farm in between two psychopaths. How are you going to know how your neighbors will turn out to be when you are a newcomer? I found out years after buying the farm that the reason the owner was selling it was due to credible death threats from my east side neighbor, who has also threatened me and fired shots when I caught him on my land. Go to the law? Ha ha ha. Been there. It might be that the threats towards me were to make me want to sell my farm cheap, because maybe one of the two neighbors, who are related, wants to buy it. I was told that a local who came to ask about buying my farm was actually acting on behalf of the neighbor who threatened me with the machete. Or the threats could be because I agreed
to be a witness against him for the Environmental Agency here for illegally cutting trees right down to the stream.
I had a really good Tico (Costa Rican) family living nearby but they moved.
The hardware and farm and building supply stores drive me crazy. You have to wait in three lines to buy something. First you wait in line to order it, then you get in line to pay, then you get in another line to receive what you are buying. The cashier is always a family member. There are no self service stores because everyone is so dishonest that the owner would be robbed blind by both customers and employees. I am not the first to remark that apparently the Catholic Church does not teach such basic concepts as don't lie, don't steal, honor the Golden Rule.
For further discussion of what is wrong about Costa Rica, google “Moving To and Living In Costa Rica. The Dangers and Pitfalls” by an anonymous author (not me).
What are some of the pleasant surprises you've encountered in your new home?
That I could learn how to be a tropical farmer and specifically a coffee producer. That I could overcome my fear of the fer-de-lance, the most poisonous snake in the Americas, which are everywhere in rural and wild Costa Rica. Oh, the Department of Tourism forgot to tell you about those?
Very low taxes, almost makes you feel like you actually own your place instead of renting it from the government, as you do in the U.S.
Bananas and plantains in various parts of my farm, there for the picking. And little wild tomatoes. And mangoes and avocados. And some fruit drinks that are new to me: guanabana and cas.
The police are friendly! Can you imagine? They may not be especially competent in investigations but they are well meaning and courteous, at least in my interactions with them.
The blue morpho butterfly. The scarlet macaw.
And it is stone cold QUIET where I live. As I write, I hear a bird singing, now a different one, I hear a low insect buzz in the distance, I hear creek water flowing. I hear NO internal combustion engines. Praise the Lord.
This morning I heard the loud raucous call of scarlet macaws and went outside to see two fly over . I have planted two types of tree they like.
Something else I like here. The traditional hardworking rural farm life here has no problem with gender roles. There were logical reasons in the development of human civilization why the man went out and did the grunt work and killed the beasts (and snakes) and the women stayed home to nurture the young and tend to the house.
The local bar and pulperia a few miles from here has NO TV ! I haven't watched TV in 45 years and I can't stand eating in a restaurant or visiting a bar that has the TV on. So this 6 stool bar (and 5 seats outside) is good by me. People actually talk to each other, have conversations ! And there is this wonderful custom. As a new man enters (unfortunately its all men who go to this bar, but that is also why there are almost never fights), he makes the rounds and shakes everybody's hands and exchanges a greeting. I love it. And they include me, even guys from out of the area extend the same courtesy to me of shaking hands and saying hello. On the other hand, when someone has the flu, everyone else gets it from handshaking real fast.
I have a horse! That’s a pleasant surprise. I think of her as my emergency solar powered (photosynthesis grows the grass she eats) transportation.
What are some of the unanticipated problems?
As mentioned, bad luck in having two very bad neighbors.
The police and judicial system do not function very well.
The constant pressure from Costa Ricans to apply chemicals with abandon to the farm, as they do. They are so accepting of chemical agriculture that I fear the knowledge has been lost amongst them of how to farm without chemicals.
Cultural isolation. I chose to NOT confine myself to a community of ex-pats, though many do that. I wanted to immerse myself in authentic Costa Rican culture. Well, I have. Including being threatened by my western neighbor with a machete. I had fantasized a happy, honest, egalitarian society, when in reality Costa Ricans are out to take advantage of foreigners and will lie and cheat and overcharge you almost every time. And they don't have “friends”, they have relatives. And you ain't one. And they therefore have a whole clan to support them and to plot against you, while you have no such clan. Out where I am they are just as Capitalist as back in the U.S., always trying to screw someone, even a relative, to get an advantage. The small farmers here are just as uncaring to the health of the land and the community as , on a larger scale, the big corporate demons back in the U.S. are. This could be because Costa Rica has so little indigenous blood, it's very Spanish. It could be Catholicism (I always try to offend as many groups as possible). The nastiest guys in my area, the ones who also are the worst destroyers of the environment, are the ones who are getting rich and are gaining power. Sound familiar?
What are some advices you have for Americans who also want to get out?
Knowing or learning the language is a must unless you want to hang out with fellow ex-pats at the McDonald’s. If you are a collapsenik or back to the lander like me, you want to live on rural land where you can produce food. Land is a hell of a lot cheaper here than in the U.S. Maybe you should rent first and get to know what the real prices for Costa Ricans are so you don't pay gringo prices, for land and everything else. Also maybe travel til you find an area you like then rent for awhile. Trouble is if you want to live the back to the land homesteading lifestyle, you can't really apply yourself to land you are renting.
A successful transition is part personality (yours) and part luck. But you will seldom hear the negative stories because those people who would tell them want to sell their foreign homes so they can get out. Maintaining Real Estate value or maintaining one's income from tourism is a strong incentive for those of living here to always talk up Costa Rica. When a Tico asks you if this is your first visit to Costa Rica, grab a hold of your wallet. They ask that to determine how stupid and gullible you are, to determine if they can play the “tropical paradise” card and pretend that this is the happiest place in the world and it can be yours if you just sign here.
Anybody can sell real Estate in Costa Rica, there are no rules or licensing. So a broker can mark up the property you are looking at as much as he wants. And he can lie that he is doing so.
Where do you want to be as we head for the worldwide collapse of industrial civilization? I have to say that North American forests seem a lot more hospitable to me than Central and South American jungles ( newly repackaged as “rainforests”). I mean it's hard to sell a snake infested malarial jungle, but just call it a rainforest! You won't find me outside my house here after dark, that's when the fer-de-lance pit viper comes out to hunt . I can't ever walk outside without shoes or with flip flops due to the likelihood of ant bites. Black rubber boots are the everyday wear on farms here. Not very sexy.
But the U.S. is full of guns and TV addicts who have watched a zillion hours of violence on the tube, and the majority think that torture is O.K. And they have zero interest in U.S. foreign policy ( a euphemism for who the U.S. is torturing and slaughtering this week, and which “rebel” group the U.S. is training to later become the next bogeyman who will justify yet more incursions in oil rich lands or where there are potential or actual pipeline routes), as long as the TV works and they can drive to Walmart.....
And it's warm here year around, no struggle with winter. No need for either heat or AC where I live.
Perhaps the ultimate question is : do you leave your friends and kinship group behind to strike out for a new land? On different occasions local people here have asked me, incredulously “You live here without family? '' They cannot imagine living without family. They are right, it's nuts.
So far I still return to U.S. for 2 or 3 months in the summer. Last year, flying from Costa Rica to Newark Airport, I was talking with a young woman seated next to me. I don't usually get into political or other deep conversations with new acquaintances, but she seemed smart and from our conversations I thought she might be open to what I had to say. I told her that actually I was afraid to be back in the U.S., afraid of the police state, afraid that another false flag attack like 9/11 would happen while I was in the U.S. and there would be martial law and I would not be able to get out. As we exited the plane, there was immediately a gauntlet of 6 black uniformed police with German shepherds we had to walk in between. I nudged her with my elbow, and whispered “see what I mean?”
A little later, after going through Customs we passengers were walking fast down a long hall when we came to a 90 degree turn to the right. All of a sudden all passengers were halted, we were being questioned aggressively by black uniformed police who asked questions to catch people off their guard. As my turn came, the cop asked “where were you, what countries were you in, what were you doing there?” I told him, in answer to the last question, “it's what I do”. I later thought a more complete answer would have been “it's what I do. You hassle people in airports, I go to Costa Rica” . A more appropriate answer would have been “What's it to you? This is a free country, ain't it?” But we all know where that would have gone. With me being led off to a room where there were no witnesses.
There are a high proportion of U.S. men living alone out here in the boonies because in general U.S. women (or Canadian or German or French, etc) can't take the social isolation . One newcomer seven or eight miles from me returned to the U.S. a few months ago after his wife moved back and refused to live here anymore. (see “friends and kinship groups”, above). Women can't take the social isolation, but I can't take the noise of close neighbors. Hell is other people and the noise they make. If one is lucky one might find a place a little ways out of a town that is quiet. Until someone new moves in nearby. Latin Americans love noise, they equate it with joy, or excitement, I think. I am an hour from town on a winding mountain road, the closest half of which is not paved. That is the price I pay for quiet.
But what do I or you expect? We of European heritage invaded the Americas inflicting catastrophic, heinous death and suffering on the native peoples. Destroying their exemplary, more-egalitarian-than-us , more sustainable than us, more fun than us lives. Yea yea I know about the Aztecs and the Mayas and the Incas. They were on the same trajectory, it's called civilization. It does not end well. Still, their waste was all bio-degradable. We of the U.S. discovered oil in Pennsylvania, we created a deathly industrial “revolution” that used the skies and the earth and the rivers and the oceans as waste dumps. Now we, with the help of Halliburton, ingeniously have figured out how to pump our toxic waste deep underground, polluting forever water reservoirs. We have created nuclear plants and nuclear wastes that will way out-survive us. We have spread death and suffering around the world with our military. Now the chickens are coming home to
roost, the planet is about to get rid of it's disease. Human industrial civilization is on the way out due to finite supplies of petroleum. Humanity itself may be on its way out sooner rather than later as well due to global warming. And what ? I expect , out of some notion of white entitlement, to find some happy land I can move to and avoid the cataclysm? I should not suffer like everyone else? At least I don't have children. To steal a line from Native American spoken word artist John Trudell : “We are the seventh generation”. And there is no undoing what our previous six generations have done.
Oh, right, one is supposed to end articles on an uplifting note. About how we can still lick this problem if only bla bla bla . Sorry. ( Guess I won't be getting that grant after all.)
If you're an American living abroad, please answer the questions above and send them to me: email@example.com . I'll post all of your answers on this blog, plus a photo or two if you feel like sending them, and please do tell how you're making money in your new country, and give me your age also. Many thanks in advance!
Jim: Fantastic story, right down to the beautiful basics, "I have a horse."
One correction though? The fer-de-lance is not the most poisonous snake in the Americas. U.S. politicians are.
Thank you very much.
The theme of loneliness appears to be a common thread among all these escape from america posts. And yet, you could be in a group of people, chatting with people for three hours, and then end up finding that everyone's plotting against each other and no one's really close to each other. I wonder what causes this common malady.
Dear Anonymous: Your question is very knowing, pertinent and powerful. I believe Jim, the 68-year author of this "Escape," has solid answer(s).
He described tropical paradise like I saw as a child in late-1950's movies. Scenery, macaws, friendly police. However, Jim lucidly described a neighbor who threatens with a machete, practice of Catholic faith minus adherence to basic commandments, and "small farmers just as uncaring as big U.S. corporate demons." Holy shit!
Am quite gullible myself -- in September 1989, on Acapulco honeymoon, I was taken-in by charming locals who saw my typical American tourist penchant for out-of-control spending, money to burn... and except for my bride, getting close to no one, hungover on Corona.
You ask, "what causes such common malady?" Well, one reason for my malady at the time was being spoiled and STUPID.
When over a long stretch of time "corporate demons" (at work on a global scale) socialize entire insouciant populations to such manageable and profitable condition, they get, and I quote, a demonic situation where "No one is really close to each other."
Thanx very much for the special insight, Anonymous, and I am sincerely disappointed to have learned "The Brave New World," to some extent, has taken Costa Rica; a favorite place, as I understand, for anarchist scuba divers.
Thank you, Chuck, for lucidly distilling answers from Jim's "Escape." Thank you also for the laughs with "anarchist scuba diver."
I do believe you are on the right track. I'll share with you an instance of people not being close to each other, an instance which your answer is applicable to, I feel.
The country is India. The scene, some villages. The household, an old asian kind, with the parents of the household having seven or eight kids, and everyone's living in the same place, with some of them living in the same place even after they get married (the house itself is a big physical building) or they might move to another house nearby.
One would think that with such physical closeness, psychic closeness would follow. But no. There is much animosity, with different parts of the family forming different "clans," though they might look fine outwardly. Fights are fought, allegiances sometimes shifted, and people double-crossing each other. If part of the family has moved to another country, then thanks to the the power of modern technology, phone calls are made, endless words spoken to further the plot(s).
Why? Are they all plotting to liberate land from a proposed soft-drink bottling plant that will pollute the water nearby? Maybe they are having a competition to see who can grow the most nutritious food crop?
No. It is as you said. Everyone's plotting for the money, for the land, for the resources. How can I cheat my brother or my sister, and get a larger share of my parents' land, so that I can develop it and make more money out of the crops? No culture, no heritage, no family memory is safe from this. For example, there apparently was a mango tree that my grandmother had, a tree whose mangoes had a peculiar shape but was extremely sweet and juicy, a tree my grandmother said to never cut because "to cut that tree is to cut me also." My grandmother left earth a while ago, and so did that tree afterwards, because as I understand it, it was in the way of some kind of development.
But you know what, Chuck? I feel like there's a little bit more to it. Linh has, in recent posts, highlighted the problem of removing babies away from their mothers after childbirth. I feel like traditional "child-rearing" as practiced by a lot of people, even those in old villages, focus too much on "how may I mould this child?" rather than "how do I respect this child, and let her grow up with a self-confidence, with an ability to articulate her own needs and desires?"
There is far too much focus on "discipline" rather than "love," far too much "spare the rod and spoil the child," rather than "use the rod and you'll break the child." Children will go up being respected will only know how to respect (notice I said "being respected" and not "taught respect").
Children who are abused physical, mentally, emotionally, and sexually, will grow up as adults harboring the hurt unconsciously, unless they make the effort to try and understand what happened to them, and feel all the feelings of rage and anger and grief. But if they don't, then they will likely inflict the hurt they received on others, in the form of threatening others with a machete, or like Larry said in an earlier comment, pick on people who have nothing (victims of oppression sometimes like victimizing others who have it worse than them).
But I'll yield the ramble now. I share in your disappointment in Costa Rica too.
You are a very thoughtful person, don't know if you're either male or female -- that does not really matter... just as long as you are NOT, let's say, Dick Cheney's nephew and are working some secret agent project, designed to play with my deflated brain mind,like a New England Patriots football.
O well, I appreciated the story about estranged life in India. If you can, do SELF a favor, and read Rohinton Mistry's amazing novel, "A Fine Balance." To this day, I still remember many scenes and actual sentences from this KNOWING & MATURE book.
At present, and speaking from my OWN family perspective, mankind's "goodwill" is on its own, and we must savor and show gratitude for all such brief-candle experiences. I'd love to spend a weekend in Costa Rica, look at sky, exotic birds, and trees, bikinis.
As I struggle to maintain good relations with my own family, and several people I consider close, I would likely revolt in a society like the one described by Jim. He let on having to watch-his-back with Catholic Costa Ricans, but still & all, the beauty of the place makes me ENVIOUS.
Do you know much about the Scranton/Wilkes-Barre area, Anonymous? Well after my school bus run today, I drank a "Dunkin Donuts" coffee, sat alone, looking out window into a Weis Market parking lot.
A guy maybe early 40s, sat down at my table and started to chat, & asked if he could but me a donut. With elevated sugar levels from all the sweet shit I eat, I passed, & thanked him. Listen to this?
He told me he's on his way to a Scranton based "Turkey Hill Minit Market," where he would pick-up a daughter who worked the counter, take her home. Are you with me?
The man asked if I heard about the two armed robberies which happened, yesterday evening, at two (2) Wilkes-Barre, PA-based Turkey Hill Minit Markets."
Having responded to gasoline spills at both pump island locations, and broke my balls with clean-up tasks, I told him I saw both stores rather close-up, was very familiar with the areas rather "safe" appearance.
The guy looked at me, and sort of nervously said, "I don't know how much you get around town anymore, Sir. But with all the junkies walking around, and desperately craving fixes, 'ya can't judge anyplace 'round here "safe" by looking only at appearances... and I fear for my daughter while she works every hour at Turkey Hill."
The guy seemed to be good, worried, and I let on that I was shocked by such news, and deeply hurt about how bad things ARE. I politely asked him what could be done?
He said, "everybody has to become one of them volunteer watchdog groups, like the one's who wore berets, and came on T.V. And call the police every time they see a mother's 'deal' go down..., don't call 9-1-1, call the police station!"
I did not want to bust hope, and let on to him what I actually thought about drug-traffcking and the police. But there's no wondering here about how the CIA, Saudis, Banks, and drug kingpins profit by America's "addictions," and someday they will have to crack down on users like Mao did.
"Greed Good," thank you Anonymous, I'm going for a beer, spare the god.
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