Day 7

Surfing lesson early in the morning! We were picked up in a super awesome van with surfboards strapped to the roof - something straight out of blue crush. 

We drove 30 minutes outside of Quepos to a beach called Matapalo. When we arrived to the beach it was completely deserted and super ancho (wide). We all got a 90 second surf lesson and then we were off, into the water. Kim and I were little more than a little nerviosa. 

We all took our first waves with more crashes and wipe outs  than blind man. I casi drowned and ate/swallowed a ton of water and my sinuses were immediately all kinds of messed up because of the influx of ocean agua. After a short bit, Kim and I decided that we'd be better suited laying out on the surfboards on the beach than actually surfing in the water. It was sunny - FINALLY! As we were laying out 1,000s of crabs emerged and danced sweetly on the beach around Kim and I. The girls had lots of fun, luck and 0 injuries which is always something to celebrate. :) 

We were dropped off at noon at our hotel and miraculously it wasn't raining! We laid out by the pool, enjoyed some daiquiris and even took some naps! It was the first time we had some Costa Rican sun toasting our hot bods. We showered and took a taxi to el avion -  a bar in Manuel Antonio that is constructed around a plane used in Nixon's era. 

blurry - but you get the jist

After dinner as we were waiting at the bus stop, numerous taxis came by as Liz and I were scrounging for change to take the bus (we should have gone to the ATM days ago because we were out of money but managed to make it). Some young dude comes out of nowhere and starts sprinting to the parking lot next to us. Me, being an asshole, yells "?a donde vas?" (where are you going?). He yells back BAMBU JAM, which happens to be the bar located directly next to us. It takes a second to sink in and I then start sprinting as he's reversing his huge van -- "ESPERANOS" (wait for us). We ask if he'll take us to Bambu Jam on his way there. (lo siento, mom). He says that we need to hurry because he's late to meet his GF. We climb in the van and notice it is filled with cases of beer…he young man tells us to take some if we'd like, so we do (sorry again, mom) and leave it at our hotel bar for tomorrow. Today was a good day. We had great surf lessons, great (fleeting) sunshine and some great tican hospitality. Pura Vida!

ummm where did my tan go??