Last time we were talking I was planning on leaving Nosara. This did happen, eventually. I woke up at 6 am with the sound of the growling monkeys echoing in my ears, I rolled out of bed, I did my best at getting into my bathers and I walked out of the driveway leaving the rest of solo bueno fast asleep and dreaming. I stubbed my toe, again, and I fell over. No one was there to comfort me. It hurt. Even more than the second time. I now have an infected, black toe. The beach was absolutely magnificant on this particular morning. There really is nothing better than being on a deserted beach. Just you and the wide open sea. I think I counted two surfers, which for an early morning ocean swimmer is just
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