Todo es bueno aqui.
So instead of constructing a formal post, I thought I'd just ramble a bit today with some updates on what I've been up to. I suppose I should do more of this...
Saturday I met up with a few friends living in Montezuma (a couple towns over - the place with the cool waterfalls) for a beach cleanup. Unfortunately the beaches in this poor town have been getting pummeled lately with garbage washing up on shore. It's really sad actually because Montezuma is this beautiful little town with lots of eco-tourism and where lots of turtles come to nest, and the trash is washing in from other places. Totally unfair. So they've really ramped up their efforts in recent weeks to combat this injustice. So we all met in town, divided into groups, and set out to conquer. I've done a few beach cleanups before, and that was the idea I had in my head going into this. Lets just say I was completely appauled with what I saw. Man...it was as if someone was just dumping boatloats of trash right offshore - I've never seen anything like this:
Insane right? Well I'm proud to say that among the 7 or 8 in our group we filled up like 40 big potato sacks worth of garbage, and although it was only a small dent in the overall problem, we made a nice little impact. And Jen, the girl who organized it and who works at the animal refuge center on the beach, said that a turtle came up that very night and laid eggs in an area we cleaned up, whereas before she may have turned away, unloading the eggs at sea which would be really tragic. I was really happy when I heard that news!
I addition to the trash pickup, I learned that there was a big Halloween party going on in town that night. Good thing I packed a backpack just in case! I didn't have much in the way of a costume, but my buddy Johnny who came dressed as a disco dancer, let me borrow his afro and blinking sunglasses. Sweet. The moment I put it on I became full-on rasta man. There must have been 1,000 people who showed up to this thing and the one little street in town was mobbed. There were some good costumes too! Texas chainsaw massacre dude was jumping out at people reving a real chainsaw, lots of girls in skimpy outfits, and my personal favorite - a dog painted like a zebra. But here's the big news of the evening - As I was bobbing my head to the reggae band playing in the street, out of the corner of my eye I spotted them - MY BOARDSHORTS! See post http://ramblinmannino.blogspot.com/2013/10/a-tributeto-my-boardshorts.html if you have no idea what I'm talking about. You mofo - snatching my boardshorts right off the line as they dried overnight and now you have the audacity to wear them out. Those of you who know me know that it is really really hard to make me mad. I've got a really long fuse. But when I spotted my boardshorts through the flashing sunglasses and strands of afro wig hanging in front of my face, my blood began to boil. I muttered some curse words to myself and started walking towards the guy. Sensing something was up, the friends I was with stopped me and I told them the situation and that I would have my vengence. At that point, my friend Kristi who lives in Montezuma began pleading with me to let it go. Apparently some gringo got beat up the other night when a group of locals ganged up on him. I saw the true look of concern in her eyes, and at that point I knew she was right, and it would be stupid of me to confront the guy. I kept the tough guy act going for another few moments before acknowledging this. By that point the guy had vanished. As the night went on, I couldn't help but replay that moment again and again in my mind, because I feel like there are no more coincidences. Why did I have to see this? It's like the Universe was taunting me. Part of me still wishes I would have just confronted the guy, to see how that scene would have played out, but ultimately I'm glad I didn't. He'll get what's coming to him. I hope so at least.
Eventually I got over it and began enjoying the night again. At around 2am my friends and I entered the club that was hosting the big fiesta. Up until that point it was too crowded to get in and we were having fun mulling about the streets. Soon the reggae music turned to salsa and I was ready to bust a move. The cute Argentinian girl I had met that day was game so were headed to the dance floor. I was a little rusty, and she reminded me in the beginning "you don't need to jump" - haha, newbies to salsa are always a bit too bouncy in their steps. But I quickly settled into my groove and started tearing it up (at least in my mind I was). I forgot all the fancy moves and spins that I had learned, but I had the basic steps down and I've taken lots of improv classes so... Haha, it was a lot of fun, and I'm glad I took those classes at the beginning of my trip!
Anyway, just been surfing a lot this past week. Pretty much what I came back to Santa Teresa to do. Rippin it up on my new board (well sort of). Haha. Trying at least. What I love about surfing though is even on a day where you don't catch very many waves, or none at all, you're still out there in the water, soaking in the picturesque scenary and beautiful waves. This morning they were especially stunning. I paddled out at around 7:30 and the best way I could describe the ocean would be like smooth glassy rolling hills. Almost surreal. Really great session. The place I'm staying at also has really great yoga classes every morning which I've been really enjoying. It's the first time I've really committed to yoga for several weeks at a time and can really feel the difference. The instructor Jenny even complemented me at the end of class saying she could really see a difference since I started a few weeks ago. Good stuff! And a perfect complement to surfing. Namaste!
I'll be leaving Santa Teresa on Saturday, heading back up to Nicaragua to meet up with none other than this strapping young lad, Mr Chris McCullough.
Oh yeah, in other news, I recently stepped up my Skype game, purchasing credits so that I can dial out to actual phone numbers. I was able to connect with some friends over the last few days which has been awesome. So if you see a weird number calling you, pick up, it could be your's truly ;)
Thats all for now, thanks for reading! Talk soon!
Ross
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