Yoga's Hard

Clocking back in here after a morning surf session. It was the first one on a hard board and again moving down in size to 7'3''. This is the new guy for the rest of the trip as it starts winding down:

I have been M.I.A. as friends came down to stay for a long weekend getaway. shoutout jake and matt good to have the boys down. I was happy to have a change of pace to the trip although we were getting into much of the same lifestyle as I've been living. The three of us went to surf every morning they were here and they got the itch too after standing on the first morning. Only difference was drinking was added and we popped into a yoga class as well which ended up almost killing me. Had to try it though since this seems to be a yoga haven.

We went out to a nice Argentinian steakhouse for a meal the second night and the power was out in town for a good 30-45 minutes which made things interesting. The restaurant was completely unfazed when we walked up in the pitch black and sat us immediately continuing to operate. They had candlelight and some open flames but that was the entirety of the light in the place. Luckily the power came on soon after we sat down but I guess they just learn how to adapt since power outages are a much more common occurrence down here. The ribeye was juicy and tender and I would do well as an Argentinian if that's how they're living down there.

Went back to the beach that night to see the stars and the moonlit ocean. It's a peaceful setting. Always a little eerie though being on the beach late at night, but it also has the effect of making you feel small. Not much sound and just the powerful ocean dimly lit by the expanse of the universe in the sky. I like it, need more of it. We had a beer there and called it a night.

The yoga class that got me was the next day after our surf session. Vinyasa yoga and for Jake and I it was our first ever yoga class. We're lucky we made it out alive. To say I was dripping sweat is an understatement. Respect to yoga regulars, I had no idea it was that hard. It doesn't help that I'm the least flexible person in this expansive universe but I still expected it to be a bit easier. Felt like I was stuck in a crazy game of twister that I couldn't quit for an hour. Good workout though I guess.

That night deserved the first frozen cocktail of the trip, had to indulge in a Pina Colada in the tropical sun. It would've been a crime not to, this was a damn good one:

We had one howler monkey morning so they got to experience those surprisingly scary and extremely loud sounds waking ya up. We watched them in the trees eating, fighting, and calling back and forth to each other. I also just had a visit from a coatimundi right in the backyard zoo here.

We made the walk through the woods over to Playa Pelada the following day and stopped at a restaurant called La Luna that overlooks that more private rocky beach. Ya definitely pay for the view as is always the case but it's worth it. The night was mostly catching the football games and the celebrations from Pats and Seahawks fans at the restaurant and brewery we went to for them.

Had to get the tourist coconuts on the final morning yesterday before they left. Delicious and fresh and I'm going to be going back to the rasta man that machetes them up by the beach entrance. Sliding back into the normal routine here with surfing and hiding from the mid-day sun. Also hope my boy Matt makes it home, he's stuck in travel hell somewhere along the way right now. I guess that winter storm up there is no joke.

Current book I'm reading and I've never read a western but watched many as a kid. It's a big changeup for me but I am liking it so far. My grandpa's favorite movies and I'm sure he appreciated this one:

PEACE and I'll check back in when I feel like it.