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This weekly series focuses on budget hotel gems we discover while on the road. This week: Villa Balanza (La Barranca) in Suchitoto, El Salvador.

After months of traveling through some less than gay-friendly locations, we find that we wrestle with what has essentially become a half in, half out of the closet lifestyle. As gay travelers, are there times when we should go back inside the closet? And if we do go back in, how far is too far?

“EEEeee! This is just like Eat Pray Love!” Jaime squealed as we pedaled away from the bike rental shop on our shiny bikes to explore the Caribbean beaches of the Costa Rican coast. What we discovered were some of the most laid-back, beautiful beaches in Central America.

This weekly series focuses on budget hotel gems we discover while on the road. This week: Cabinas Atlantic Surf in Cahuita, Costa Rica.

Montezuma is easily one of Costa Rica’s most beautiful beaches, but my love affair effectively ended after spending three days there in February 2011. The Damn the Man attitude has been cast aside by the hippies who grew up, got jobs, and put Montezuma on the tourist map.

This weekly series focuses on budget hotel gems we discover while on the road. This week: Art Hostel Costa Linda in Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica.

It’s official! We GlobetrotterGirls have been on the road for exactly one year today! Read on to find out how many borders we’ve crossed, buses, taxis and tuk tuks we’ve taken, our top 5 places we visited this past year, and just how much did we spend?

This is our complete Samara Beach Travel Guide, including where to eat, where to drink, where to stay and what to do in Samara Costa Rica.

Every once in a while, a country really takes us by surprise, like our deep love affair with Mexico. We had an inkling we would love Nicaragua, and after spending six weeks here, it was easy as pie to come up with a long list of favorites. Read on for thirty three things we love about Nicaragua, in no particular order.

With the sounds of surfer talk like ‘gnarly’ and ‘dude’ ringing in our ears, the morning sun could have easily been shining over Santa Monica or Venice, California, but we were actually seated at a restaurant thousands of miles south on the Pacific coast in small beach town called San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua.