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FEBRUARY 1, 2010 - SALTWATER THERAPY I returned to Nosara late Monday morning.  That day, I could have waited in San Jose for N to arrive from Florida.  She would be renting a car that afternoon for the 5-hour drive…did I want to join? I calculated: we would likely arrive in town after sunset, in darkness.  I hadn’t surfed in 18 days.  I declined and got on the 5:30 am bus. I took it as a good sign when I saw A at the station, carrying a boardbag and his backpack.  He was headed to Nosara, too, to see his girlfriend. Late afternoon, I walked down one of the many hidden paths to the beach.  The one closest to me cuts through a cemetery.  When passing through, I frequently imagine Vampire Bill emerging barebacked from the sand and grabbing my foot as though I were Sookie.  Perhaps that’s too much information. I made my way onto la playa to evaluate the waves.  I put a hand to my forehead, shading my eyes from the setting sun.  The sky was already starting to separate into twilight pastel, candy-colored hues.  H stood less than 20 feet in front of me, her body in silhouette.  Without speaking, we walked toward each other and hugged. Before we could properly catch up, I started, I’dlovetocatchupbutgottasurfbyebyebye! “I wouldn’t surf,” H interrupted.  “There’s a 3-meter crocodile in the water.” “Really?” I looked at the waves again.  The line up did look a little emptier than I last remembered. FIRST PART OF A SERIES image source unknown :(

FEBRUARY 1, 2010 - SALTWATER THERAPY

I returned to Nosara late Monday morning.  That day, I could have waited in San Jose for N to arrive from Florida.  She would be renting a car that afternoon for the 5-hour drive…did I want to join? I calculated: we would likely arrive in town after sunset, in darkness.  I hadn’t surfed in 18 days.  I declined and got on the 5:30 am bus.

I took it as a good sign when I saw A at the station, carrying a boardbag and his backpack.  He was headed to Nosara, too, to see his girlfriend.

Late afternoon, I walked down one of the many hidden paths to the beach.  The one closest to me cuts through a cemetery.  When passing through, I frequently imagine Vampire Bill emerging barebacked from the sand and grabbing my foot as though I were Sookie.  Perhaps that’s too much information.

I made my way onto la playa to evaluate the waves.  I put a hand to my forehead, shading my eyes from the setting sun.  The sky was already starting to separate into twilight pastel, candy-colored hues.  H stood less than 20 feet in front of me, her body in silhouette.  Without speaking, we walked toward each other and hugged.

Before we could properly catch up, I started, I’dlovetocatchupbutgottasurfbyebyebye!

“I wouldn’t surf,” H interrupted.  “There’s a 3-meter crocodile in the water.”

“Really?” I looked at the waves again.  The line up did look a little emptier than I last remembered.

FIRST PART OF A SERIES

image source unknown :(

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