Young Hands Club

The vacation has been alright. An unexpected pleasure was playing Need For Speed Guanacaste. ((I knew drivers here are crazy, but I now have a better appreciation for just how nuts they are. A car passed me while I was going 120kph on a 40kph road.)) I drove my mom and friend around to various nearby beaches. ((Unfortunately there was not that much swell this week, but I scored a few waves on Friday at Playa Langosta.)) The freedom having a nice car afforded me makes me want to return to the car-buying process sooner rather than later.

Here are the aspects of this week that make the vacation only ‘alright.’ First, I had this feeling of “I don’t have that much time off nowadays, and I wish I were spending the little time I do have getting into mischief with my surfpals instead of hanging out with my mom and her friend.” Going surfing in the more populated beaches made me miss the fun I had last year in Tamarindo. I also didn’t “carpe diem” as much, there was some time spent lollygagging that could have been spent reading or studying more Spanish. I am worried that too much of my motivation comes from fear of the whip, and that I was lazy because I didn’t sense its presence this week. Lastly, I hurt my thumb/wrist on my right hand. ((Being a selfless gentleman, I was helping a young lady out in the surf. All was going well, I pushed her into a few waves and she stood up and was having a blast. But then a larger wave came, and I tried to pull her farther out to sea so that it would not crash on her. I did not succeed, and her board’s leash was wrapped around my hand. So while I pulled the leash in one direction the force of her slipping down the wave yanked the leash in the other direction. One poor split second decision made all my slight ergonomic improvements prettty trivial. I am lucky I did not break my wrist.))