I got taco’d.

Hello everyone. well its only 1 week till I fly to NZ. And im starting to get excited.

I spent the last couple of days catching up with my friends Shawn and his new wife Hannah. i hitched the 2 hour trip north to where they life in Jaco and was very lucky on the way up there because the first ride I got took me all the way to Shawns work. Stopping in Manuel Antonio for a drink on the way there.

The time in Jaco was awesome. They took me to where Shawn proposed to Hannah for a drink at sunset… (see photo) the night I got there. And then Hannah and I hung out because shawn ended up having to work most of the time… we had breakfast with a bunch of other woman (I made crepes) and then we went surfing… (my second time ever) we paddeled to the “outside” and I tried to get up on some waves. And didn’t succeed. Instead I got “taco’d” which means that I got dumped on by a big wave. My board (attached to my ankle) kept going and I got pushed to the bottom of the ocean. And then flipped over in an involuntary full bow pose as my board went in one direction and my body was going in the other direction. Resulting in a backwards summersault under water. I put one vertebrae out… and am now hobbling around. But before that pain set in we played in the smaller waves for a while and I stood up and road 4 waves in all the way to the beach. I cut my arm on the board… and so with multiple injuries im officially a surfer!

The rest of the day we hung out and I got my hair cut and colored. (I feel like a girl again)
And even got “tica” pedicures.. I now have flowers on my toe nails (stop laughing! Its not funny!)
Then I got up this morning, had breakfast wit Hannah. and started the trip back.

The way back was good. But it took 8 different rides to come back.

1) actually turns out to be Shawns next door neighbor even though I caught up with him just outside of Jaco.
2) Man in blue truck. Hes not married. no girlfriend. And no kids. Me on the other hand happened to be happily in love with my boyfriend who was waiting for me in Dominical (if you know what I mean)
3) Was a shoe sales man on his way to Quepos (a town half way between dominical and jaco)
4) Was a guy who was running a tourist company with horse riding and such. He wanted me to email him in the future. (not sure what for)
After walking a 1 km or 2…
5) was the milk men. Both got girlfriends. Actually 3rd anniversary today for the driver. They had milk and cheese in the back…
(why you ask do I know if all of these people are married etc? well in my very limited Spanish… I find it’s the first thing I get ask a lot of the time. Tiene un Nobio? Esta Casada? So it’s the topic of conversation that I can understand the most. They tell me other stuff but half the time I don’t know what they are saying… so I nod and smile.)

6) was my favorite.. I got to sit in the back of a ute (pick up truck) with two school girls… and when they got off I had it to myself… dust in my face. Wind in my hair… its defiantly the way to travel in costa rica on the dirt roads. No im not being sarcastic… its great)
7) a man with 7 children. (with mothers that were old enough to also be his children from what I could tell from the photos) who was on his way to golfito.

And alas I was back in Dominical!