Enough wind, already!
The wind howled all night last night. I mean it really howled. I thought the roof was going to blow off my room. And it didn't help that every time I did get to sleep, I woke five minutes later after hearing debris go "plunk" on the thin roof of my building. This was not the right night to go to bed sober.
By the time our 7:30 AM meeting time came around the wind was still blowing harder than ever. Tyler left for San Jose yesterday, so Lise was our instructor again today. But she informed us the water was too rough for a lesson, and we'd try again around 3:00 PM for the afternoon lesson.
I then had breakfast and headed down to the Nosara Surf Shop to talk to Pio, a surf instructor with whom I had also scheduled an ATV tour of Nosara for today. Pio tells me its even too windy for an ATV tour, as the dirt roads of Nosara would kick-up so much dust the trip would be a dud.
At that point, I headed down to the beach to check-out the heavy surf and see the area a bit more than I had. Down on the beach I meet a blonde from Texas checking out the tidepools. We chat it up a bit. She's staying nearby. Hmmmm...
Three O'Clock comes around and its still too windy. Lise calls off the afternoon lesson. Irena and I hang by the pool a bit, then she goes for a nap. I figure this is a good time for a few beers. I belly up to the Casa Tucan bar. Lissette, one of the local Tica bartenders is working. Marvin, the Nicaraguan waiter comes up to the bar. We hang out and shoot the shit for a while. Finally, dinner time rolls around.
By the time our 7:30 AM meeting time came around the wind was still blowing harder than ever. Tyler left for San Jose yesterday, so Lise was our instructor again today. But she informed us the water was too rough for a lesson, and we'd try again around 3:00 PM for the afternoon lesson.
I then had breakfast and headed down to the Nosara Surf Shop to talk to Pio, a surf instructor with whom I had also scheduled an ATV tour of Nosara for today. Pio tells me its even too windy for an ATV tour, as the dirt roads of Nosara would kick-up so much dust the trip would be a dud.
At that point, I headed down to the beach to check-out the heavy surf and see the area a bit more than I had. Down on the beach I meet a blonde from Texas checking out the tidepools. We chat it up a bit. She's staying nearby. Hmmmm...
Three O'Clock comes around and its still too windy. Lise calls off the afternoon lesson. Irena and I hang by the pool a bit, then she goes for a nap. I figure this is a good time for a few beers. I belly up to the Casa Tucan bar. Lissette, one of the local Tica bartenders is working. Marvin, the Nicaraguan waiter comes up to the bar. We hang out and shoot the shit for a while. Finally, dinner time rolls around.
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