This trip was kind of sort of fucking amazing yaddadamean? There washandles of vodka, some Black Label, loooots of cajeta, and some other goodies (that are obviously to explicit to advertise on this blog… kinda). Whenever I go to the beach, I can’t see how anyone can choose any other lifestyle. The worst thing is coming back on a Sunday like we did and being hurled back into all the hectic bullshit that is a part of your actual life, not just your pretend getaway one. Some day I’ll buy a big plot of land on the beach and some quads and just tear it up with some friends, caution to the wind like it should be. The only downside to e a beach like Avellanas/Tamarindo is that the locals give a bad name to their country. If any of you have ever been there, I promise that not everyone in this country is a fucking drug dealer trying to see up your skirt. At least there are interesting foreigners there to make up for the disappointment of the Ticos, like those two German guys I met whose names were both Simon and they both had mohawks which they gave to eachother. Awwwww.