Grape size raindrops were smashing into the car windows so hard I was having second thoughts about deciding to come to Costa Rica in the rainy season. Maybe I had underestimated what "rainy" really means in a tropical country.
Mal Pais, a surfer’s heaven was a heaven to us as well, though not just for its surfing as only the most persistent of us managed to catch a wave or two.
Between riding our rented bicycles between beaches, boogie boarding, surfing and snorkeling at Punta Uva, Cocles and Cahuita, and long happy hours (yes, they do call them happy hours) in Puerto Viejo with our feet practically in the water, we settled for a few days in this slower paced life.
