Day 53: The surf is over...

I’m pretty sure Mike knew he wasn’t ever going to be a professional surfer. He only recently came to the realization that he probably isn’t going to be an avid recreational surfer either…at least not in Costa Rica. The waves won. I’m not sure if he ever had a real chance seeing as he and his board didn’t make the best team. With that, he traded his Wave Magnet in for a body board – a sport he’s good at and enjoys a whole heck of a lot more than a hobby that resembles wrestling an alligator more than riding waves.

It was a good decision anyways now that he has an ocean buddy to hang out with. Not being the strongest swimmer, I haven’t really played around much in the ocean due to dangerous rip currents and intimidating waves. I go in as necessary – either to cool off or to pee (we all do it, come on now).  I never hang out in water above my waist. I’m more interested in 1) keeping my bathing suit on 2) not getting sucked out to sea 3) not breaking bones after being slammed by a wave and 4) staying alive.

Now that Matt’s here, Mike has someone to hang out with in the water and it would probably be kind of boring for Matt to watch as Mike's board tosses him into the ocean repeatedly. Seeing as the river’s mouth empties in the ocean, after a week of storms, the ocean now resembles a massive river with a rocky floor, brown waters and little salt (the only perk). Matt even admitted that he's never been thrown around by an ocean this much before. His day in the water ended when a wave bullied him out by picking him up by his trunks and slamming him on the ground face first. His big toe was also beginning to bruise from kicking a boulder beneath the water and his pinky toe was bleeding after a crab locked onto it. 

While Mike was riding waves and Matt was getting abused, I stayed behind to finish up the laundry that was started at 7am with the sight of sun. With dry breezes and only a few clouds in the sky, every inch of our balcony rails and clothes lines were filled with much-needed freshly washed towels, sheets, and undies.

We were also happy to have the return of cable along with the sun. While the NFL games didn't come in great, we couldn't complain after several nights of card games and downloaded reruns. Matt's vacation is finally on track. There's only one more thing he needs - sushi. We turned him on to the raw rolls before we left and he's been craving more ever since. He'd be in luck if the chef at Dominical Sushi ever decides to work...