Pura Vida

It's a quiet day. I'm still not full force. I rode my bike to Playa Buena Vista, a nearly deserted primal beach. There are logs roots and other natural debris strewn about. One must ford an estuary to get to it, but its well worth the trouble. The ride through the countryside is soothing even with the humidity. The sun has been in and out all day. Now I'm at lo que hay for lunch. My first real meal. A steak quesadilla.  The waitress has a terrible grimace. After a nap in the hammock? A swim? I am downloading On the Road for tonight.