Trying to leave

I am sitting at the airport in Miami waiting for my flight to Boston. I am one day late...

I spend my last couple days in Costa Rica surfing in Tamarindo and around (Playa Negra). And i would definitely go back the fourth day if I had known that I won't get on the plane the day I was supposed to. This is what happened.

I arrived to the airport 1.5 hours before my flight. I was little surprised that there were no people in the line but I didn't complain. Until I got to the counter and the stuff member from American Airlines told me that the counter was closed and he can't let any more people on the plane. First I thought he has to be joking but unfortunately he wasn't. He just offered me another flight the next day. So I left the airport with my family, helped my cousin to pack for Boston where she was going to visit me (and where she will be welcoming me since her flight is at the end earlier than mine).

The next day I got to the airport 2.5 hours before my flight. I get to the counter, same guy welcomes me and guess what. He is telling me that the flight is overbooked again (same case as at my first attempt) and if I stay 2 more days they will pay for my hotel. I couldn't believe my ears and the fact that he didn't remember how I was already yelling at him the day before. After all he gave me my boarding pass this time with no seat reservation but at least I was in.

I thought there can't be more surprises on the way but they have just announced that we are missing 3 crew members. So my flight to Boston is delayed. Freaking AA.

I am a surfer!

Ok, maybe I shouldn't call myself a surfer. But I did surf. And I loved it!

Although the surf board is damn heavy and much longer than snowboard, the fact I do snowboard helped me a bit. I was told it's not worth starting with surfing if I only have one day because anyway I am just gonna spend it on the beach practicing standing up. But no. After 15 minutes on the beach me and my instructor were off to the water. And let me tell you, the conditions were not optimal at all - after lots of rain the water was kind of muddy and the waves were huge! But I wanted to do it anyway. And I think I did ok. At the end of the day I was able to hit the wave, stand on the board and float. The feeling was amazing. Almost like by snowboarding but more powerful because it's not only you who is moving but the whole ocean is moving with you.

Now I know where I am gonna spend my last days in Costa Rica.

On the way to Tamarindo

In the morning I wasn't sure if I ever get out of my cousin´s place in Liberia again. That all because I was tried to be rubbed again the night before. But this time pretty brutally. While we were running home from a pizza place (it was pouring again) somebody grabbed me from behind, holded me by my neck, pulled my hair back and tried to take my purse. I have no idea where that yelling I produced at that moment came from but it surely scared the guy. We were so shocked with my cousin that we just ran home and swore we never go out again.

But of course I did. And here I am, in the middle of nowhere, waiting for the bus to 'Playa Tamarindo'. Just had two beers (Imperial made in Costa Rica) with a crazy girl I met on the bus who was talking about all her sexual experiences, first with guys then with girls. She really wanted me to stay overnight in Tamarindo so we could hang out more. And I could also stay at her place...was she interested? ;)

In any case, I said, no, muchas gracias and continued to Tamarindo on my own.