After a long and muggy day of fixing the wheel situation on my Cruisers, I was torn between wanting to get in a surf and wanting to hold down the couch. In the end, I rationalized with myself that I would at least go to the beach and paddle out, for a minute or two. It I was tired/uninspired, I'd let myself be a couch potato.

Two hours later, with a huge smile on my face and the lingering memory of a technicolor sunset, I drove home a new man- relaxed, happy, and feeling wonderful.

Paradoxically, I almost always feel that great feeling when I go surfing, and yet I still only make it out about half as often as I could go.

In light of all the minor annoyances that we endure living in Tamarindo, I've got to try harder to enjoy the luxury of paddling out in chest to head-high waves, hanging with three of four buddies (and a few tourists, but just a few) and riding a really fun wave in a beautiful setting.

Labels: Costa Rica, sunset, surf