Arrival

My first day in Costa Rica was spent wandering around San Jose, changing money, eating Quiznos, and silently laughing to myself at how excited T-Bag gets when he talks Spanish to other people.

We caught a bus out of San Jose on Wednesday, and rode six hours to the beach town of Tamarindo. People like to party here, but not in the methods that Taylor and I are used to. The closest we could find was this dude named Andre who suggested we get three bottle of rum and take it to the bars with us. We are staying at a hostel on the east side of town that is run by a couple of Argentinians. The best break nearby is at Playa Grande, which is a thirty minute walk north, complete with a river crossing. We usually just paddle across with our boards, but we payed a Tico to taxi us over there the other day because we were feeling too lazy and I had just eaten too many of these Larabar things Taylor made me bring.

We met these two kids named Doug and Zoran, who are quite the characters. For all who know Taylor Davis back in Gainesville....Zoran is just like him. Weve decided to adopt him as our body guard for a week or so more. Yesterday we took a drive with a local who hangs out at the hostel a fair amount to a surf break about 30 minutes south. He has this old van that barely runs and we had to repair on the drive over, but all was good.

Today we surfed until sunset, which was really nice. Crossing the river in the dark was a little sketchy, but not too bad. Tomorrow we catch a bus early in the morning with Zoran in tow to a town called Nosara. Cheers!

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Part of trip: Costa Rica

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