Back at the casa, listening to the owner and staff prepare for the concert/cocktail party over the strains of "Every Time You Go Away (You Take a Piece of Me with You)." There is a crashity exciting ocean out there, but I just don't think I should subject my dainty hide to any more exposure for now. Well maybe, if the tide is high. This morning I managed to get myself raked over some jagged rocks, but it was just a matter of time.

Tamarindo. A spent town. A wreck of human outpost that is the logical end result. I mean yikes. There is one restaurant in town that serves somewhat local cuisine. The main drag has a sort of haze over it, like a sea anemone in a hands-on aquarium, touched so many times that it never reacts to anything.