Guys In The Zone: Costa Rica Real Estate

March 28, 2007

Struggles of Conscience

Filed under: Ethics — Ben @ 9:08 am

I am a real estate agent in Costa Rica. I am also a borderline tree hugger. Oxymoron, right? Granted, I sell property here that has been developed by someone else who likely had to cut a road into the building site. He / she may also have purchased a large tract of land known here as a finca, and then went through the process of subdividing and bringing in the infrastructure necessary for human habitation. I do sell these properties, and so one might think that I, along with all of my professional peers here, are a part of the problem, ecologically speaking. I hope not.

My first 5 years here in Costa Rica, I started up a small Internet marketing company that actually worked, to a limited degree. My wife and I had some funds from the sale of a property in Colorado back in the States and felt that we would use those funds to provide the milti-lingual, multi-cultural experience of living in Costa Rica for ourselves and our children. We understood that making money in a foreign land was iffy at best and so we were prepared to use up what funds we had to provide this experience for ourselves. We calculated that right about when the kids were grown and ready to go off on their own, as is the custom of our culture, we would then turn our attention to making money. I would be in my mid forties, which would likely be my earning prime, so I could go back to the States and jump back into the market and work toward retirement at that point.

I am right on track with one difference. I didn’t need to go back to the States. Real Estate has afforded me the option of staying here and working toward my retirement. As regards my Internet business, it actually did quite well, but only slowed down the out-go of our funds. At that time here in the Dominical area there simply wasn’t the money necessary to pay well for Internet services. This has changed now though. Internet marketing is big business here.

When I first considered getting into real estate, I had a struggle of conscience. Was I really willing to jump into the industry that was involved with the development of this amazing and beautiful and delicate country? No, I wasn’t… yes I… well if… and on went the struggle. A lucrative offer was on the table from a local developer for me to start a company. Since I was without funds at that time, this was the only way that it could happen. But I was torn. Maybe if I went back to the States and got back into the environmentally sound industry of art marketing I would feel better about that. (Although, there has been some controversy around the use of yellow pigment. There was talk of banning “yellow” due to ecological concerns. I didn’t track that issue so I’m not sure how it turned out.) But I really wanted to stay here in Costa Rica, this had become my home. Would I be selling out to get into real estate?

Well, if it is “selling out”, then that is what I did. However, I did come up with a point of reason that enables me to represent myself as a “borderline tree-hugger”. By the way, I say borderline since I am not an extreme tree hugger. I really do feel that trees are the answer. I feel heart-sad when I am walking in the jungle and I come upon a large Guanacaste tree, or a Jabillo that is as big around as my truck or bigger. Just standing underneath one of these isolated behemoths of a time gone by has a wonderful affect on the human spirit. Shade, cool air motion, a moist healthy feel to the air as one breaths it in. There is a little ecosystem there, complete with lizards, frogs, birds, all manner of insects, but almost never bothersome. What would it have been like to live at that time prior to these trees being cut down? To walk under the canopy on the resulting soft loam. Now when we walk through the jungle, we oftentimes have to hack through the brush. Under the big guys there is no hacking necessary. It is park like with the under-story plants thoughtfully placed in their decorative places by an intelligent unseen hand.

These trees hold the soil, process massive amounts of carbon, and provide solace to over stressed humans. Need I say more? Trees are important.

So, is it possible that I could actually enter into this profession and affect a healthy influence from within? Looking back over my first 3 years in the business, I’d say that yes, I have been able to and am doing so. Bear with me as I relate an experience I had the other day that has helped me to better appreciate this now than when I originally made my decision. To be continued…
Read Part II of “Struggles of Conscience”

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March 13, 2007

About Construction Practices Here In Costa Rica

Filed under: Construction — Ben @ 10:05 am

They’re awful. No, let me restate that: they are abhorrent.

When we made the decision to move to a foreign land some years ago, we were motivated by the desire to enrich our lives by exposing ourselves to a new and different culture. We were not disappointed. Joys and sorrows abound in such an endeavor. Generally when something is irritating and we think that “they” are doing it “wrong”, with a little time it would become clear that “wrong” wasn’t the case. It was a matter of “different”. Not so construction.

In Costa Rica, construction is done wrong.

My first experience was enlightening in this regard, and many subsequent experiences have confirmed it.

I was a certified card carrying, 4 year apprenticed journeyman plumber in my former life as a young man in Colorado. I had mentioned this to a new friend that I met way back when we first moved here, and he remembered it. Everybody loves the plumber. (In fact, I can’t believe that I’m publishing this information to the web. Eeeeks!) My phone rings one day. My old friend is involved in a construction project down on the Panama border and the wife of the “plumber” for the project had had a serious accident and they had to leave the project. Would I be able to go and finish it up for him? “Sure” I said. So Neil, my son, and I were off.

When we got there and took a look around, I immediately knew that I had never seen any plumbing like what I was looking at there on that project. The next 20 minutes were an interesting study in how the human mind works.

I guess that, since I’m from the States, I assume others know what the heck they are doing. So, as I checked out this plumbing system, I assumed that the “plumber” knew what he was doing. So I kinda prioritized that in my mind: “the guy knows what he’s doing” but I also had the thought, “this all makes no sense.” I figured that maybe the near-the-equator physics worked different and I just needed to figure it out. After all, if you cross the equator the water swirls the opposite direction going down the drain, right?. As I mentioned, this lasted about 20 minutes, after which time I concluded that physics were physics, and it was simply wrong.

“I’m happy to finish this project for you”, I told my friend, “but you have to promise that you’ll never mention my name in connection with this project.” “Why do you say that?” “Because the system will not work without constant maintenance. It’s a good thing that it’s a public building so there is a his and hers bathroom. That way at any given time maybe one will be working”

The other option of course was for me to tear the whole thing out and start again, which is the option that he chose.

I have, since then, asked a number of contractors here and just people in general “are you just accustomed to plumbing problems, to sinks not draining, and toilets not flushing and leaks all over the place?” To which they all reply: “yes”. I then proceed to tell them how it is in my country, which is something that I am remiss to do since I didn’t come down here to extol the virtues of where I came from. But again, with regards to construction, it’s an exception.

I tell people here that in the States we install systems that work, trouble free, until the o-rings wear out in the shower valve, or the washer needs replacing in the faucet. There is the occasional stopped drain, but this is usually in response to inappropriate articles being flushed down the toilet or put into the sink. The systems are, for the most part, trouble free for the term of our lives.

But its not just plumbing. All aspects of construction are poorly done here. The strong suit here is cement work and cement block work. Almost everything here is done with cement, but its still inferior to the methods that I came to take for granted in the good ole US of A.

There is a very common practice here called “rapello” (rah-pay-oh). I suspect that the practice comes from not having cement trucks that can dump the whole pour at one time, and the fact that most of the cement work is done in the hot sun. Things like cement floors and drive ways are done with guys standing by a whirling cement mixer mixing and pouring while the cement is setting up almost as they pour it. It is a challenge, no doubt. Its kinda funny to note that in the States, you get washed sand to mix with your cement. Here, I have seen them throwing shovels full of dirt into the mixer, as well as the paper bags that the cement came in, both of which have a weakening effect on the finished product.

I feel like such a bigot writing this.

Anyway, rapello is letting the initial pour harden with a rough finish, and then going back later with a smoother mix of cement and putting on a ½” to 1″ layer of smooth cement so that it looks nice, at least for awhile.

The next time that you are in Costa Rica, look down, and look around at the walls and various surfaces. You will, everywhere, see how that layer of rapello simply does not last and the cold joint between the original pour and the rapello layer does not knit together. The cement is broken all over the country.

And I could go on.

So what is the deal with this article? This website is all about Costa Rica real estate, and as we cycle through our rapid growth in this mecca for relocation and investment, construction is a VERY hot topic. I find myself consulting a lot with my clients about avoiding pitfalls and how best to proceed.

In future articles I will be documenting some of the methods that are being employed here to be able to build a great home and minimize the frustration.

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