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Christmas in Costa Rica was its usual low-key affair. What I like most of all is its simplicity. There are Christmas trees in the courtyards and bunting in the store opposite, but none of the materialistic vulgarity I remember from London. Nicest of all are the children’s toys in the shops, dollies for the girls and dinosaurs and trucks for the boys, with plastic farm sets for the little ones. Woke just never made it to Central America, and God knows what monstrosities are on the shelves of the United Kingdom. (more…)