One afternoon in March of 1995, I was on a family vacation in Costa Rica and witnessed something that changed my life forever. As I drove through the Southern Caribbean coast I witnessed a playground full of indigenous children getting sprayed by a Chiquita Banana crop duster . I couldn’t believe my eyes. In these days where we can zip across the world in jets and video chat to Australia on our I Phone, atrocities like this are going on all over the world. It was a serious wake up call and one that I am still trying to figure out how I can do my part to change things…. Read the full story on TreeHugger
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Sustainable Dreaming (and Eating) in the Jungles of Costa Rica
