Then we stopped at the surf shop so I could get a rash guard (shirt) to go with the board shorts I found on sale the day before. It wasn't the quick in-and-out thing Doug was wishing for. Debbie needed some flip flops and a rash guard for her suit too. But eventually we made it out of the store and onto the beach.
I told Doug I was feeling a little overwhelmed because, while I had learned a lot in my first lesson, there was still a lot more to know. He took me out and told me which waves to choose and helped me get turned around on the board.
I didn't do nearly as well yesterday as I did Sunday. The water was a lot rougher and it was more about fighting through the waves to find the right one. But it was still fun and I managed to get up every time, even if it wasn't pretty. Doug's board is a lot more tipsy than the board I used Sunday. I'm not sure when or how it happened, but I broke my baby toe. I also crashed into some rocks, but the bruises I got from that are not in places suitable for photos.
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| My broken baby toe |
The funny thing is that last time I was in Costa Rica I broke my toe too. But that was because I opened a closet door without moving my foot out of the way. This is a much cooler injury.
Last night I didn't sleep well because we planned a 6:30 a.m. walk on the beach. I kept thinking I would oversleep. Plus my toe hurt when I moved. But it is now 7:30 and all I see out there is a lone surfer. I think I'll head out before it gets too hot. Time is flying by! Soon I will be heading back to Honduras. I may as well squeeze in as many walks on the beach as I can.
