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Sunday, October 29, 2000: We are turning into sea slugs
A mellow day; we're finally starting to wind down after all the hectic wedding planning and pressures. We're getting to that calm, mellow place that we all strive for but rarely reach, thanks to the pressures of work, bills, chores, etc. This vacation thing is GOOD. We lazed around shamelessly, hanging out by the pool or in the room, relaxing, reading, and watching the ubiquitous soccer matches. As the high tide started to roll out, we grabbed our newly rented boards and hit the beach. Dave was riding an 8'0" board that he didn't quite like, while I had a 9'2" Robert August that felt great.
I could still walk on it and move it, so it wasn't broken...but it was pretty swollen and purple. Perfect...just as I get over my hellacious cold, I manage to mess myself up in some other way. Blah. I'm amusing my couch-bound self by trying to learn some Spanish. My one semester in college didn't stick well, so I'm poring over my Lonely Planet phrasebook and trying to pick up fragments from TV. (You haven't lived until you've seen "Seinfeld" with Spanish subtitles. A little longer here, and I'll be fluent.) It's actually funny, because my 8 or so days of learning in Costa Rica has made me a better Spanish speaker than Dave, who's had eight years of Spanish classes. Heh heh. |
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We saw Kati and Erik off yesterday, and had to admit to a pang as we watched them drive away (on their way to the Pacific Coast)...and a twinge of pain from helping them haul their luggage to their car. Boy, are we glad we travel light! David and I each brough just one backpack for our 17-day trip...Kati brought a suitcase the size of a VW and two backpacks, while Erik didn't have much less. Heh. Now we feel smug.
We got a few really nice rides, but I ended the day badly...I took a wave almost all the way into shore, and--thinking the water was still about 3 feet deep--did a big, show-offy jump off the board. Bad move. The water was about 3 INCHES deep, and I landed (hard) sideways on my ankle, wrenching it pretty badly. For a second, I was sure I'd broken it; I saw stars and everything. David helped me hobble home (good thing the hotel is almost directly across the street), and we packed it in ice.