The weather yesterday was unbeatable for enjoying this coast: sunny but not too hot with cooling breezes coming in off of the water. Not so great for surf, but we had morning glass with waist- to chest-high sets that were just perfect for my new longboard.

This morning has been less pleasant so far- I was dragged out of a sound slumber at 4:45 when a client called (apologetically) because the shuttle bus that was supposed to arrive at 4:15 hadn't. We should stop for just a second to analyze that last sentence-- the great news is that we now have the option of a shuttle bus to the international airport located an hour away! Three years ago, when we first arrived, the closest international airport was five hours away and a shuttle to get there required at least two transfers and a taxi, meaning that one really had to spend the night in San Jose in order to catch an early-morning flight to the States.

But at 4:45 in the morning (still pitch black and drizzling rain) none of that really registered. Most of the thoughts going through Steve's head were even darker than the predawn ink outside as he drove into the office to get the cellphone number for the desgraciado shuttle driver (of course it was at the office... MOST of the time there is no need for predawn chit-chat with that particular guy). By five the guy had finally shown up, sparing Steve an early morning rally car trip to the airport- so we've got that going for us, which is nice.

Now, at six, I sit, trying to get some work done before we loose power on a scheduled blackout (they are repairing the high tension lines that bring electricity into our fair town) at eight. But instead of working, I'm sitting here enjoying the newest Jack Johnson album while typing up a journal entry and waiting for the coffee to kick in.

And that, my friends, is just a thin slice of the ups and downs, trial and tribulations, joys and sorrows, pleasures and pains.... that make up the Sandcruiser Story these days. Thanks for stopping by. More pictures coming soon.