Hermitting

Life is good: sitting inside the house in hammocks, reading and eating watermelon. No complaints :)

I surfed horribly yesterday... Smaller board + bigger wave = Estes like a cat in a bathtub. It was not pretty; the closest I got to standing up was riding the wave on my knees. But I was proud of that, for as badly as I was doing! Given I have surfed a grand total of five or six days over a three month period, I have a long way to go, and that's okay by me. We went to Playa Romanso, which was beautiful as always. And a friend of Emile's, Tomas, stopped by the beach in the afternoon and wants to rent the apartment next to us next month. He just got married to a Canadian woman, but it'll easily be six months before he can get a residential visa to go with her. Tomas is nice though; he'd be a fun neighbor to have!

I always thought hermit crabs lived like, well, hermits - alone. But there was an entire colony hiding out behind our little hay-roofed canopy. They chowed down on our orange and mango peels.