 Costa Rica: Day Four |
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About noon? Who the hell knows? We are back on the beach. I slept pretty well all things considered. This morning we ate breakfast again at Mar y Sombra, accompanied by many puppies, ants, bees, and unrecognizable flying insects. I had the eggs, ham, and toast again, which I suspect will again full me up for the next one million hours. I wandered around for a while in search of a clean bathroom, and demonstrating that all good things come to those who wait, I found one in the little lobby of the Hotel Manuel Antonio. Heaven! Then I just wandered around some more, looking for a phone, finding a computer and sending an e-mail, and browsing in the little shops looking at all of the clothes and jewelry. Finally I found a working phone, left a voicemail, and am now back frying on the beach. I reapply sunscreen approximately every five seconds, and I sure hope it is working! 
 Never has there been a girl more excited to see the sno-cone cart on the beach. It approached, and before the man could even announce his product, I waved my hands in the air and emitted a nonverbal cry of excitement and affirmation. I settled myself in after paying my 500 colones then got up to move my chair a bit, thus bringing about the end of my beautiful cherry sno-cone, which plummeted in a nosedive in a watermelon-sized burst on my beautiful green towel, immediately transforming it into the mecca for every bee in Central America. (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince barely escaped destruction.) I went to rinse it in the ocean, and it's now soaking wet and embedded with a heavy coat of brown sand.  I console myself by becoming hypnotized by the antics of a little black dog, who barks at the horses riding by, plays fetch, and digs holes in the sand. My favorite trick of his by far, though, is how he plays in the waves. He stands along the shoreline bouncing around until a big wave comes, and then he jumps up on his hind legs and hops backwards while the wave rides in. It is perhaps the cutest and most entertaining display I have ever witnessed. Also, I can't get over the little toddlers in their speedos who insist on pausing from their serious business of pail filling and emptying to take a little mouthful of sand and seawater in a delicate sip from the bucket and proceeding to miserably spit for the next several hours, unfailingly using sandy hands to try to wipe the sand away from their mouths. It is both sad and adorable at the same time. Tonight we walked through the pouring rain back to the Marlin Restaurant. My sister and I split chicken and rice and pesto pasta. For dessert, we got chocolate salami, which despite its gross name was so good -- homemade chocolate crisp cookies sliced in such a way that they resembled salami and vanilla ice cream. It was cool to watch the rain move in but not so much to walk down in the rain while being quite near to tumbling down the side of a ravine in order to be devoured by giant crabs and grasshoppers. Tomorrow it's to Manuel Antonio National Park!
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