Costa Rican Bound

I have reoccurring dreams of discovery and treasure. Buried down deep is wealth beyond measure.  This treasure is hidden under a layer of sand, next to a palm tree growing in a familiar land. I can see it swaying from my front deck. The air is humid, warm, and wet. Carrillo, Costa Rica – I remember it now! I know that treasure's there, don’t ask me how.

Well folks, my bags are packed and arrangements made. I’m Costa Rican bound and gettin' paid.