Up at 7:30 and ready for a yoga class that Emma was teaching. We walked with her (keeping as safe a distance as possible without being rude…remember the stomach bug?) down a few dirt roads until we ended in a smoke filled dead end. Here was the local yoga studio, a large outdoor porch roofed with palm like most structures in Samara. The massive amounts of smoke (not the “righteous” kind) were coming from a clay structure that a Tico was working on – a natural clay oven. Once we got used to the terrible smell we settled into our mats and prepared to become yogis. Emma was an awesome teacher and our hour and a half of yoga really got us into the zen mode – we have been high on the glory of life all day.
Next we decided it was time to try the most frequently recommended breakfast in town at a German place, Café Carola. We quickly learned why it came so highly recommended as we ate plate after plate paired with the most delicious juice (from a weird fruit we have never heard of) and coffee we can remember drinking. First she brought a whole plate of fruit, pineapple, papaya (ew), apple, watermelon, cantaloupe. Next was fresh made bread by Carola herself paired with jams that we can’t even describe made with starfruit, pineapple, passion fruit, other fruits we don’t know, and some crazy fruit that Carola showed us. On top of each piece of this crazy friut grows a cashew nut! The nut is poisonous until roasted and looks like a large gray misshapen cashew….strangest thing we have seen in a hot second. Next was scrambled eggs, tomato, a plate of cheese, cream cheese, spicy sausage, German ham, and even liver. We tried everything and ate for what seemed like forever. If you ever come to Samara, get the German breakfast from Carola!! During our meal Carola sat down with us and we chatted while she told us about her business and her transition from Germany to Samara - we discovered she is our next-door neighbor in our apartment complex.
After talking to Carola and polishing off our breakfast we headed home to get ready for the beach. Talked to our fams when we got into town with the internet at Olas as usual - and then walked down to our new beach hangout, Ticos Surf School. We were the ultimate beach bunnies for hours and hours as Kel read her book and went for a run and Jenny surfed on her new favorite board, a hot pink Roxy.
It is 7:30pm and we are posting this at the beach and have realized we haven’t eaten since Carola’s…probably a good thing! Tonight is Reggae night, which we presume is a big deal here considering Bob Marley blares from everywhere at all hours of the day and the town is covered in Rasta colors…and genuine Rastas for that matter.
Will fill you guys in on all the Rasta deetz next time we are motivated enough to post :)
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