Daryl Wallace:
CLASS OF 1965
Farmington High SchoolClass of 1965
Farmington, MI
Daryl's Story
I suppose that my life since school has been a classic example of taking "the road less traveled." My first job offer after MSU was as assistant account exec for Young and Rubicam Advertising. That job lasted less than five minutes. After spending an hour and a half in traffic on the John Lodge expressway and then finding myself waiting for an elevator to take me to one of dozens of floors in a huge building, I asked myself, "Is this the way I want to spend the next 40 years?" The answer was a resounding 'No Way!" As soon as they welcomed me to my new job I stopped by saying "I quit." That led to various jobs on the periphery of the "ad biz;" newspapers, radio, resort and club marketing, political campaigns and of course, the circus.
During the first twenty years after H.S. graduation my personal relationships changed with the same frequency as my jobs (actually, more frequently) and it was not until I met Donna Lewis in Charleston, SC that I got one to "stick." She traveled with me for years living for the most part in motor homes and occasionally in one of our houses until a trip to Costa Rica in 1992 (ostensibly to invest in a teak plantation) resulted in the purchase of several acres of mountainside, overlooking the Pacific ocean. One thing lead to another (as they so often do) until a fire in our newest motorhome left us with nothing in The States and a tremendous decision. Were we to retire in CR with insufficient resources or return to the US to try to rebuild a l...Expand for more
ife there while all the while wishing we were in Costa Rica.
We figured, "if we don't go back to America, we really didn't lose anything!"
At the same time, the Costa Rican government decided to open the southern zone to tourism by paving the coast road and bringing in electricity to our remote corner of the world. Things started to change quickly. Our ¿retirement¿ came to an abrupt end with the bursting of the "tech bubble" and the precipitous drop in our retirement funds along with a government raid on our "off shore investment house" (think Bernie Madoff) left us with the need to "go to plan B."
With most of our retirement money gone and our only significant asset being four mountainside acres with the most incredible views in the world, it was decided that we had to develop our property and share our good fortune with the world. Our property, Shelter From the Storm, would become a boutique resort.
Knowing nothing about the "hospitality business" we just tried to think of what we would want in the perfect vacation and decided to provide everything based on that.
As it turns out, five years later, we did everything right! We have filled our days with productive activity, pleased hundreds of people and live a life that anyone would love.
"...if you pass this way again, you can rest assured. We'll always do our best for you, on that you have my word.
In a world of 'steel-eyed' death and men fighting to be warm...
'come in' she said, "I'll give you, shelter from the storm. "
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