90 Days in Tamarindo: Day 10

Here we are, ten days later, and we are starting to figure things out. We know the location of the businesses that we like to visit, which is a huge feat since there are no such things as addresses here; we know that when you are this close to the equator, one application of sunscreen isn't enough for an hour; we know that surfing can give you more bruises than kickboxing; and we know that even after multiple attempts with the broom, sweeping will never get rid of the sand in this hostel. 

It has been a wonderfully fun-filled ten days in Tamarindo. We attended Karaoke night at Sharky's (the most popular bar in Tamarindo) and we plan to return tonight for another round of song and dance. We partook in the national drink (Cacique Guaro) during Ladie's Night at Pacifico, a bar with neon lights, a fog machine and a homemade balance board on a roller that almost made me eat sand. 

We ventured to the other side of town for the best dance party on Friday nights at a place called Crazy Monkey. For the first few hours, a salsa and meringue band plays and the people move their hips smoothly. After a while, a DJ sets up shop and gets the people going with a slightly faster-paced, rasta-style set. Later into the night, the fist-pumping American songs surface and you'd be surprised how quickly the mixture of languages turns to English. It was at the Crazy Monkey that we met and danced with some crazy Canadians, who were nice enough to give us a ride back to the hostel and very loudly serenade us with the Canadian national anthem along the way. 

We attended a small bonfire on the beach and against all internal signs and signals saying, "NO," we waded into the water for a little night swim and our first experience of light-up plankton. That's right, if you move the water around, plankton appear in a bright, yellow-green color and then disappear. It was definitely worth the scare of the dark water. 

The most recent adventure was a full day in the sun. In the morning we had surf lessons with our hostel coworker. It is much harder than it looks but very rewarding when you stand up on the board! I never realized how tough you have to be to take the waves though. We were beaten up, bruised and Niesha came home with a busted lip, but we are absolutely going to try it again! After surfing we headed for the catamaran booze cruise, which, as the name states, was full of booze, Costa Rican food, snorkeling, swimming, and a beautiful sunset cruise back to the bay (pictured left). This is a tour company we suggest to our guests here at the hostel and after experiencing it ourselves, we are full supporters and promoters. 

A few extras: 

1. We found a quite little nook in the loft of a bookstore where we will probably spend quite a bit of time. Jim, the owner, has been here for almost 13 years after leaving his management position at a winery to follow his dream of owning a bookstore in paradise. He is interesting, full of stories, and is more than happy to offer the loft and a cup of joe for our reading pleasures. 

2. I am very tired of hearing "eyyy mami" in the street. It's a hot and humid beach town where 80% of the people here are in some form of a bikini top and shorts. It should not come as a surprise that I am too. Knock it off.