While in Manuel Antonio, Melissa and I tried surfing lessons.  For $30 each we each got 1 hour with a private instructor, 1 hour together with a private instructor, and then 1 hour with the boards alone.   Not too bad of a deal.

So the lesson went well.  While surfing, I came to a moment of clarity.  I`ve decided to quit both of my bartending jobs, forget about my architectural education, move to some surf bum beach town, and just surf.   I am now very into surfing.  And I´m not one to toot my own horn, but I`d have to say that I was pretty friggin´ good for my first time out.   I quickly graduated to paddling and then finally to catching my own waves.

Riding the rail. Sorry about the photo, it`s kind of a bit hard to see me in this one...

My teacher Mike was pretty awesome.  He´s a Costa Rican guy who´s been surfing forever.  He´s got a heavy surf lingo vocab and throws out the surfer hand signs (fist with thumb and pinky held out) whenever the hell he feels like it.  Oh and his mother taught him how to surf when he was young…. He was also missing one of his frontal teeth and told me that he had just lost it by catching one his student´s boards in the face…