So after about a week, we decided the time has come to leave our friendly little home at Casa Zen in Santa Teresa. We're going to catch a bus tomorrow morning and head north to Tamarindo. It should be a long trip. I can't write long right now as I'm cooking pasta with sausage (my all time home favorite, thanks mom).
what we've been doing:
waking up a little early, making eggs and french toast for breakfast, then reading and lounging until about noon
surfing from about noon until about 330
coming back, lounging and reading, making ourselves more food
then we've been rolling to the howling monkey sports bar (about a 20 min walk) where we've watched all the world series games. technically they're not allowed to open yet (hence the one night we had to leave the top of the 9th when armed police showed up and closed the place), but we've been able to have a few beers and hang out.
the bar is owned by this guy, Richard, who is probably the most stereotypical American I've ever seen. Bulky, with rounded shoulders, looking rather like a bear, with long blond hair, the guy doesn't speak a word of english. not even close. doesn't care. kind of racist. generally hilarious. he likes us too and he's very generous if you're American, haha. so we've been getting along, but mostly we just go and enjoy the game.
oh, and we also enjoy the ice cream from a nearby heladeria. They have cookie ice cream. It is the best stuff ever. Chunks of cookie. Wow i'm so excited for game 4 tonight and my doble cono.
okay, im going to go now, but i have interesting pokre things to right about next time, most especially about bankroll management and my new plan to both make an easy living and move up in limits relatively quickly.
okie dokie
catch you later
ML
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You are going to have a very rough time when you resume classes in January (on many levels...reread what you wrote and you'll see what I mean!)
glad to see spaghetti w.sausage lives on wherever you roam xxxooo
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