Two decades ago I was a Canadian kid who met a Nicaraguan woman named Maria and followed her home.
That choice became a marriage, a family, and eventually a 923 acre commitment to one stretch of Pacific coastline.
We put more than $10M of capital into the ground, stayed through protests, crashes, and quiet years, and kept building while many left.
Today Playa Mariana is not an idea. It is titled, permitted, and insured land that has already survived the tests most projects never meet.
Here is what that means for you: