Ayer

Yesterday was the best day ever. Tyler and I bussed into Quepos (a little city muy cerca to Manuel Antonio. We needed to buy our bus tickets, but we figured while we were there we'd look around. We split an oreja (literally meaning ear, but in this case elephant ear, it's a breakfast pastry) and sat down outside to eat it. Directly across the street there was a phenomenon which we'd witnessed a few days earlier on our way to a mangrove tour. Normally I am too polite to mention these details but this happened TWICE, so I shall stoop to say that there was a woman doing something completely inappropriate for public life, more appropriate for bathrooms.

So after that we hopped the bus back to Maneul Antonio.

We've made a friend from Columbia named Vladymir, he was our surf teacher and is quite the fun guy. So we went and posted up outside of his surfshop at the beach. Besides, it's a lot safer to leave your belongs guarded while you play in the ocean, go figure. And play we did, we floated around for hours, Vlad came out and surfed for a while too.

So great day on the beach and then we came back and made guacamole (not traditionally a Tican food) and enjoyed our last epic sunset. Vlad had promised us a beach bonfire, but it rained once it got dark so everything was too mojado (wet).

And here's the best part of the whole day. We were playing poker with an Israli named Shajar when some crazy Kanucks walk by and ask if anyone knows how to play Euchre. Tyler and I JUMPED at the opportunity, but I fear we did not rep the USA very well, as we lost. Twice.