Howlin', howlin' howlin...

The wind is still blowing this morning. Luckily I medicated enough to sleep through it last night. Tyler is still in San Jose, and Lise says it's again too windy for a lesson this morning. We'll try again for a lesson this afternoon.

Before long the wind calms. I enjoy a smoothie at the "JuiceLab" down the street from the Tucan. The JuiceLab, what a cool name. To hell with Jamba Juice! Carlos, the chief technician, mixes me a special concoction he claims to have invented. But then again, he claims to have invented them all. Someone else enters the lab and orders a sandwich. I finish my drink and head back to the Tucan.

Before long, its 3:00 and time for the afternoon lesson. Believe it or not, we're going to have one today. Once we get down to the beach, we again head to the outside. This time Irena makes it, as do I. Rusty is also in the water with us, but Pio is instructing him as Rusty's skills are better developed at this point.

I catch the first wave that comes my way. So does Irena. I catch another wave, and again so does Irena. Things are good. Irena catches seveal more and is seen beaming on her board. She's not getting out any time soon.

Rusty is having a harder time of it. He's further out trying to catch bigger waves, but is having trouble getting enough paddling speed to catch the waves. Pio keeps shouting, "Paddle Rusty, paddle!"

All in all, this afternoon was very good, especially for Irena. We head out to Fooney's Mexican Grill for dinner. And who do we see? Tyler and Arlene are back from San Jose, and Tyler has ordered several rounds of Margaritas. The place is hopping, we're happy and all finally feeling like sucessful surfers, at least a little bit.