La Pura Vida

Aaaah. Well. Costa Rica? Me gusta.

I'm staying in a little town on the southern end of the Nicoya Peninsula. Well, "town" might be too strong a word. There is a dirt road that runs along the coast with a string of surf shops, hostels, restaurants, and surf shops. There is really not much to do here but go to the beach during the day. Everything tends to shut down quite early, and if I get back to the hostel past 10PM, everything is locked up and dark. But there are parties that go into the wee hours as well, if you know where to look. Basically, it's perfect. I can see how people come here and never leave.

This is the little commercial strip outside of the cafe I'm sitting in.  It is hot and humid here, although not unbearably so. It feels perfect when you are sitting in the shade sipping a cafe frio (sin leche, sin azucar) but it is sweaty and dusty to walk in the sun, especially at midday. But, finally, I am not cold anymore. I can't tell you what a relief that is. I think my aversion to cold has been growing stronger over the years.

This is the balcony outside my room, overlooking the garden. There are all sorts of birds, and huge iguanas, and geckos, and various other critters everywhere.

What else can I say? There's not much to report, really. Besides, thinking is hard here. And it's time to go the the beach.