This week is the first since we came home that I really wouldn’t mind waking up on a beach in Costa Rica again.. It’s been cold and gray weather and the summer has felt loong gone til today; when I’m stuck in front of a computer working. My tan has gone away on vacation and didn’t bring me. My ass is staring to touch ground, the happily reunion with Swedish chocolate and dairies is staring to show. Carrying your life on your back every fourth day, walk kilometers in the heavy sand every day, walk through the jungle to buy beer, fight for your life in the beach break is apparently very good exercise. And a hell lot more fun than going to a gym or power walk with disobedient dogs. Doesn’t help that your best friend just arrived to California and is posting pics from Huntington Beach. Oh well.. I’m posting these pics from Costa Rica of me trying to surf and I can swear that later that night, when I thought I was gonna die of a heatstroke, I was dreaming about going home to Sweden. Thats life right? You always want what you don’t have.
