There’s a Fungus Among Us

Chapter 6 excerpt from Jack Ewing’s book, Monkeys Are Made of Chocolate: Exotic and Unseen Costa Rica

About thirty years ago Diane and the kids lived in an apartment in San José, and I traveled back and forth between there and Hacienda Barú each week. The guy who lived in the apartment upstairs was a mycologist. That’s a fancy word for someone who knows everything about fungus. Jesse grew mushrooms for a living. He used to bring home […]