Playa Grande- Surfing on the new board!
Trip Start Apr 28, 2009
112Trip End Mar 26, 2010
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On our way to Playa Tamarindo, one of the most built-up tourist destinations on the Pacific, we pasted through Santa Cruz. Santa Cruz is said to be the hottest city in Costa Rica and it was definitely living up to its name that day. So by the time we arrived in Tamarindo, around 10 AM, we were already melting. As we rounded the corner and saw the Pacific I could hear it calling my name. It looked so blue, cool, and inviting all I wanted to do was dive in… but first we had to find a camping spot. I had read in the Lonely Planet, a.k.a the Bible, that there were two places to camp. Bev and I drove all over town looking for these spots and they seemed to be no more. Most of the town was up for sale and there were many half-built buildings, which gave it a ghost town feel. It didn't help that most of the roads were still dirt and had huge potholes
After our delicious lunch, iced coffees, and margaritas we were feeling much better. We decided to drive to nearby Playa Grande and see what they had to offer. There we found camping on the beach but they had no facilities so we finally decided to get a hotel room for two nights. It was a great decision, as the room had much needed AC.
That afternoon Devin and I went surfing for the first time on our new board. The beach was stunning, protected in a National Park, and the surf was incredible. Many of the surfers were very good and it was fascinating to watch them. So as Devin and I took turns with our one surfboard the other sat on the beach and was able to enjoy the sun, surf, and view.
Most of the next day was spent relaxing and reading. Bev and I were both reading new books that we were engrossed with so it was a welcome pastime. We had a nice lunch that day, on the beach, and then Devin and I went surfing again that afternoon. Devin and I were both starting to feel a little stronger and secure in our surfing. Devin was doing particularly well and he was able to get up, and not get knocked off, almost every time. On one of my turns out I jumped off the board when I was done riding the wave and the ground was much closer then I expected. I hit the ground to hard I had a shooting pain through my ankle. I limped out of the ocean and had a seat. A few minutes later my ankle was feeling fine and I was up surfing again. However, that night the pain returned and I didn’t have much movement in the ankle. I had to sleep with it propped up on pillows and it was pretty painful. Thank goodness I no longer have to worry about ending my dance career!
The next morning we got up to start our drive back to San Jose to drop off Bev for her flight. My ankle was still sore and now it was bruised and swollen. Luckily we had a day of driving ahead of us so I would be off my ankle all day long!