JUMP AT THE SUNS

There’s little to nothing on the 30-minute drive from the airport to Costa Rica’s Papagayo peninsula to which the Pacific Ocean lays claim. Nothing – as in no busy town squares or bustling markets or other city dweller comforts. Instead there are sugar cane fields and green pastures for miles on either side of the road with errant broods of cattle or horses to break up the vast expanse. The Guanacaste region is unsullied and unspoiled. In the distance, under a ring of mist –