Playa Santa Teresa (part 2) - Dec 4

Wake .. eat .. surf .. siesta .. eat .. yoga .. eat .. sleep

This was my day today and it suits me just fine, all it was lacking was some female company and it would be a 5 star day.

There is no one in my hostel, just me and the two italian owners .. I kinda like it though, it feels like I have my own beach house.

Note the blue couch - this is where I take my daily siesta.

Waves here are bigger than Tamarindo, requiring me to actually paddle out a bit (which at times can be quite the battle .. with all the duckdiving that is needed). Got a few good rides though, and again I feel I am improving.

Had an impromptu "spanish exam", from Andrea the Italian guy running the hostel (and the attached Italian restaurant), did pretty good with my vocab.

In the evening I caught up with Adam, we went to a yoga class ran by a Sydney girl, with a really strong accent.