Today was the first full day in Costa Rica for Zach. So we woke up, ate some breakfast, got ready and figured out the game plan for the day. Surfing, obviously. But we had a logistics problem. Had I just bought a mountain bike before he got here, it wouldn’t have been an issue.
However, we had the one beach cruiser, two surfboards, two of us and camera equipment. Jacó, the place where we were going and where I go just about every day, is about 6 to 7 kilometers away from my house. We were going there to surf AND that’s where I would be getting a mountain bike. So what we ended up doing is this: he rode the beach cruiser at a fast walking pace, while I hoofed it behind him… in flip-flops… for the entire distance to Jacó, carrying his surfboard (leaving the other behind). It was hot and tiring. I was worn out well before we ever got to the beach. However, exercise! Yay! But in flip-flops. My feet are so incredibly sore.
There were two places I wanted to check for bikes. One was on the outskirts of town on the way to the beach; the other was at the opposite end of town. So we stopped by the first place, I looked at the bikes, then we headed to the beach and he surfed. I didn’t surf because we only took the one board and I took my camera to get photos.
So he surfed. And surfed. The waves weren’t that great while we were there. But they were the best waves he’s surfed in about five years he kept telling me. Had we only waited for high tide. But that was a couple of hours off from when we left the beach.
And then some food which totally hit the spot. Then we realized just about anything would totally hit the spot. And then we decided that we were both way too exhausted and abandoned the idea of going back to the beach today.
So after lunch, we walked down to the other store. They didn’t sell bikes. Doh! We started the trek back to Herradura and stopped at the first place (on the outskirts of town) to get the bike. We both agreed that that stretch of road leaving town is a hard walk in flip-flops in the afternoon sun with no shade. Got the bike, ended up affixing the surfboard bike rack I had previously purchased to the beach cruiser as the bars on the mountain bike were too big. So he rode the cruiser with the surfboard in the side rack as I pushed the new bike to Plaza Yum Yum (the closest gasolinera) to get air in the tires.
And finally, we could ride normally. The rest of the trip was us being relieved. Got home, cold showers, chilled, and then headed to Playa Herradura to catch the sunset and have a couple of drinks at the corner bar that sits on the beach. (The drinking age in Costa Rica is 18.) And it was karaoke night! Awesome.
Came home, sat here for a few, and then the boy went to bed. And that was well before 8:30pm. It was an awesome, awesome day. Tiring, but awesome! Tomorrow, we’re riding to Playa Hermosa. You know, assuming we can both move. It’s not a bad life right about now.
Pura vida. 🙂