I’m not sure exactly when I started walking more slowly. Maybe it happened when I moved to Nunciatura and discovered that, curiously, the pace of life slows down right in the heart of the city. Here, life isn’t rushed—it’s walked. And surrounded by parks, cafés, and elegant façades, that feels not just natural, but necessary.

My mornings begin with the ritual of crossing the street to Pots & Bowls. Just three minutes from home, and so close that simply thinking about it lifts my mood. I know the menu by heart, but I still ask what’s new. There’s something deliciously grown-up about having a healthy restaurant as your favorite... but even more grown-up is knowing that just around the corner is Furca, for when you get tired of all those greens. Because if you’re going to indulge, better to do it close to home.

Walking through Nunciatura feels like moving through a bubble where San José takes on an international feel—without losing its local accent. Within four blocks, I can find Italian food, Indian cuisine, creative gastronomy, and French pastries almost as good as in Saint-Germain. And I’m not exaggerating.

But it’s not just about the food. There’s something in the mix of parks and architecture, embassies and cafés, families pushing strollers and retirees reading on public benches... that makes Nunciatura feel more like a diplomatic district from another city.

And then there’s what you won’t see in brochures: the whisper of the breeze drifting down from La Sabana, the shaded paths of Parque del Café, or the echo of laughter escaping through the trees in Parque del Perú. It’s an urban soundtrack that makes me feel like I’m living in an indie film.

And do you know what this neighborhood has that others don’t? Closeness. To everything. Supermarkets, schools, bakeries, the airport, the highway to the beach. It makes me think that maybe Nunciatura isn’t so much a bubble as a time capsule—one where you can still live on foot, look your neighbors in the eye, and greet the barista by name.

When evening falls and the sky turns gold above Parque del Perú, I sometimes wonder if I really chose this place... or if this place chose me. The truth is, in a city where everything moves too fast, finding a neighborhood that invites you to slow down might just be the truest form of luxury.

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