After-school Adventures
I don’t know how to begin describing the mass amount of events from this last week. Not to mention the ending of school, or even since we have been here, for that matter. So I’m going to pull a Hebrews 11 and just rocket through amazing stories in list form.
“And what more shall I say? I do not have time to tell about…” the 15 crocs lying in the muddy banks of the river on our way to Jaco, or the perfect hammock I scored for $12.00 or the last night together with the girls eating casado con pescado at the little soda on the rock coast of Playa Mal Pais or even right now waking up at 10:30 in the morning after taking Lisa to the airport at 4:30 AM and the house of Nelson is still quiet as I sneak to make a bowl of oatmeal and a perfect cup o’ coffee in a soapy Corning mug (you know, the indestructible ones that can be dropped at counter height and still not break).
Speaking of breaking, how do I even tell of the stress trying to fix the unknown with the beast broke down on the side of the road while desperately trying to make the girls happy, only to find out they’re having a grand time playing smash ball or Phase 10 or eating toxic fruit while I try not to panic.
And what more can I say. I do not have time to tell about…
Crossing on the ferry and missing the ferry
Eating manzanillo
Drinking 6 liters of café frío
The four girls pushing the Land Rover Defender 110 on a dirt road
Breakfast at the campground with the Pacific right out front
Breakfast at Tranquilo Backpacker and Nutella-covered crêpes (and crêpes for lunch and crêpes for dinner and …)
2nd hand pot-smoking at the youth hostel
Buying a surfboard for ½ price
Paying the mechanic 2x the price of a normal customer
Fish dinner at the old abandoned Punterenas ferry dock
Wondering the street of Montezuma with all the other hippies
Jacó and Kangaroo hostel where we had A/C but no electicity and hot water but no showers but plenty of entertainment
Drinking banano con leche until we were clogged
What more can I say… well I could say a lot more. There was so much fun and frustration words just can’t paint an accurate picture. You just had to be there…