Category Archives: Karen’s Island

It appears we are open!

My long suffering friends (yes they are that here as well as in the UK) helped me out by being guinea pigs prior to our first paying guests. They test – drove the pool, the food, the ambiance, pointed out … Continue reading

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So, what happened to Karen’s Island?

Well, let’s just say that I went through the biggest period of stress I think I have ever experienced. And that really is saying something! I lost the will to write – apart from lists and lists and lists of … Continue reading

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Linens and stress

NEVER. I repeat NEVER EVER try to getsomething in through customs in Nicaragua. My linens sat at customs for weeks even though we had someone to “help” us get them through. Each day there is a new excuse, each day … Continue reading

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A typical day

5.45 am – get up, put the coffee on (doing some research on the best variety). Check UK mails. Shower. Back to the computer for UK work and check in with the early birds in Costa Rica. 8.30 am to … Continue reading

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Catch Up

This is probably the time I should have been blogging like crazy, telling you of the highs and lows and details of the last month before opening. But I have been exhausted and the last thing I want to do … Continue reading

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Shopping, stressing, rollercoaster

I arrived back and as usual arranged an immediate trip out to the Island which took me on a ride to the top of the rollercoaster. It is going to look magnificent. The planting that has been done really shows … Continue reading

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The smuggler, or the day I was a yoga mat mule.

I have been told many many times that it is difficult to import into Nicaragua with things hanging around and disappearing from customs, never mind the import duties, so the idea was simple: I fill up some large holdalls with … Continue reading

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Stop Press

The reports back from the press trip were very positive from the PR person, Sharon. Turns out she took someone from NatGeo and the New York Times (no pressure!) and Chris, Matthew and Ben were top hosts and made the … Continue reading

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A brief flit through London

GOOD GRIEF it’s cold! I’ve forgotten how to dress. What a shock! So, just over a week in London and I manage to fit in a football match (1-0 to us – sorry game though), my friend Luigia’s birthday (what … Continue reading

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Now where was I?

Backtracking slightly as, as per ,have been incapable of keeping this up to date. Days pass in a flurry of highs and lows and the inability of office workers to work at anything other than their own pace which is … Continue reading

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