This morning we realized that we were done trying to stay in bed until 9am. Once we are woken up around 7, it’s really just off and on dozing that ends up leaving us drowsier. Today it was a combination of the dogs barking horses away and our neighbor Edgar, blaring music in his 1 room wooden home (satellite dish included) loud enough to shake our apartment. Have we mentioned Edgar yet? He’s tried selling his Jamaican rice/beans/meat dishes in a butter tub to Kelly twice now. Rumor has it, it’s a delicious surprise. But something about eating meat in a tub from our neighbors not cooled-cooler we just cant quite get past. He’s a cool cat though, not that we’ve ever had a conversation (no English); we’re just basing our liking for him on his choice of tunes this morning. A little Bright Eyes, Rod Stewart, Don Henley, along with a few other girly 80’s tunes…. Olivia Newton John is bound to make a debut at some point. Point is, we vowed not to “sleep in” (oh how our lives have changed) anymore. Stay with us to see how this goes….
After a little breakfast and Friends, we headed to the beach as usual. Jenny skyped on the benches of Bar Olas while Kelly sat on the beach with a great new devotional book (thank you Susan Lowe!), and had some great alone time. This is a pretty lovely place to reflect, pray, meditate, day-dream, whatever you need or desire. Then we decided to head down the beach to Ticos Surf School; these are the same guys we rented our kayak from. Pablo was planning to head out, but he stuck around to give us a personal surf lesson. After learning a few things on the sand (think- Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Paul Rudd “down, up, up, slow down, little faster, no slow it down…”) we went out with our boards and Pablo. As expected, Jenster picked up the sport quickly and easily, while Kelly’s busted (pardon my French) ass way more times than not. Again, as expected, Kelly used the time to make a Tico friend with Pablo and plans for a shrimp boil while Jen practiced her new moves (she loves it—we’ve got a righteous surfer chick on our hands duuuude). Kelly quit with Pablo and snapped a few shots of Jenny’s sweet new moves. We chilled out for a while on some lounge chairs and made friends with the OTHER owner of the surf school- Christian, and his friend Sandro. Sandro scaled a giant palm tree and got us our first coconuts, which he then chopped, open with a machete. Yep, that was lunch today! We actually really enjoyed the coconut water (once we had straws), and Christian says this water flushes your kidneys leaving you with the clearest of pee (we won’t keep you posted on this one).
After a quick stop at Olas for internet, we headed home and then to the Green Iguana for another weeks worth of groceries. Jenny prepared us yet another delicious meal- tomato, avocado, cheese quesadillas (new possible life plan: awesome quesadilla stand at home…could be a money maker).
At 9:00 Christian (who’s also our neighbor) picked us up in his car and we headed to pick up Sandro (a hilarious 20-year-old Nicaraguan) and then to Playa Carillo- the neighboring beach everyone has told us to go too! There we had a bonfire, learned some astrology and Spanish, and heard some death defying surf stories over a 6-pack of Imperial. It was a random and really mellow night on a beautiful beach that was bright as can be from the nearly full moon. We had a great time, and felt like we really made some good tico amigos. After the fire dwindled, Christian dropped off us off at home. Jen proceeded to hijack Emma’s bike (it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission: jens life motto) to make like a train into town to call Shea and let him know we hadn’t been harassed by our new tico buddies. We went to bed tired gals, but feeling very at home.
Coconuts from Sandro - yum
Cowabunga dude - righteous wave bra
Edgar's house....exhibit A: giant satellite dish
Tico friend Christian at bonfire in Carillo
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