Tamarindo, or as many call it Tamagringo, was our first stop south of the North American border, It's called Tamagringo because it's full of whiteys. Most of these whiteys don't even speak spanish so I have no clue what the fuck they're doing there...until I realized how easy and beautiful their lives are. The water's warm, the surf is a beginners' dream, with sand bottoms and small swells, and the beers' are steadily flowing. Even if you don't like beer you will drink them for cool hydration. Imperial and Pilsen, the two Costa Rican brands are now our close friends. Day 3 in Tamarindo we decided to hit the beach and stumbled upon empty volleyball courts. We asked around for a game and found someone who spoke English and they explained that there was a tournament being organized. They encouraged us to sign up and we accepted. The next thing we knew we were in a semi-pro tournament with referees, announcers, free food and sponsored volleyball players from all over Costa Rica. I played vball in University but Hannah played soccer in Uni so we weren't exactly the dynamic duo ready for a serious volleyball match. For some reason our foreigner vibe sent the message that we would be able to compete. Either way we went for it and in our last match we played the Costa Rican National team. They may or may not have spanked us, but we kept our own with a lot of hearty rallies. Nothing like getting whitey wasted the night before playing the National beach vball team. Below are some pics from our game. You may notice the amount of sand on our opponents' bodies is negligible compared to our full body wraps. Our game stats for the day were 1 missed game (since we had no idea they called our team name), one win and one loss (to the Costa Rican national team). My favorite part of the day was hearing them announce our team name, Ladywood, once we taught them how to say it.
A few things we've learned in Costa Rica are that they have no addressees so you give directions based on landmarks (very similar to Coachella), they don't flush toilet paper down the drain because the pipes are too small, Gallo Pinto (rice and beans) is the most common traditional dish and they live by the phrase Pura Vida, which literally means "pure life." I love that beautiful phrase more and more every time I hear it.
Peace and Ladywood love-Rach