Happy New Years!

We made an early dinner at the house and got settled in, and decided that we'd take one bike with the two of us down the road and check out the party. The road crossed several more small rivers but the ride was short, and we arrived at the Buen Esperanza bar without incident (better known as Martina's bar). The majority of folks there were expats, primarily from either the US or Germany. Some of the characters we met included Axel, the ultra-cool german with his enormous Wolf-dog, Heather and Shaun, a young couple from Colorado who had bought property in Matapolo (the beach nearby), Martina herself, a chain smoker in a housedress and extensive tatoos, and MC Rasta Stevie, who will appear later on in the story.

Lots of drinking, dancing, etc, but Jason and I were both pretty pooped, and headed home before midnight for a swim, promising to return. Of course we didn't make it back. New Years day was a total rest day. Swimming, reading, walking on the beach, making a simple chicken quesadilla and guacamole dinner. . .purrrfect.