Moose woke up and sang me Happy Birthday. Private a.m. concert. Did not sleep too well due to drunken hostelmates and morning construction of new concrete stairs. Our big thing for the day was the public beach. We had the freshest Icee ever (can ice be fresh here?), hand shaved ice, orange syrup, gooey condensed milk, it was a dreamsicle in a cup and we were very hot girls at that point. Little islands jutted out of the water offshore.
We walked the whole length of the beach and shared a cerveza for 2,000 Colones and hung out with Barry the Barracuda and returned to find our worldly posessions being swept away by a wave. Andrea pounced and ran like a jaguar and pounced on our stuff - saved!
Barry
We figured out later from a guide that these littler holes and patterns are made by digging crabs. They were all over the beach.
Our company at breakfast the next morning.
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