What a storm last night! It raged...all night...didn't get much sleep, I'm afraid. There are trenches dug along properties here. Ours has a little bridge over one, just inside our front gate. Gabriel "fishes" there. That trench sounded like a gushing river all night long, and gushes still. Trees are down everywhere and power too.
We have promised our Canadian friends some nice weather before they carry on with their travels...doesn't look like today will be it, but there's always prayer...We had to show them photos to have them believe ...sunny days are posiible here.
We wanted to share Punta Uva with them-such a beautiful beach!
Indeed, the skies cleared and a nice warm sun started to shine. We were scheduled to meet our friends at their place at 1:00. Unfortunately, when we arrived they hadn't been served lunch yet...ah...Costa Rican time...We decided to bike down and they would drive themselves later. We gave them directions to the entrance we like to take into the beach. We like to walk our bikes down to our "spot". The beach we met today was one we didn't recognize! Trees down, sand blackened by branches and seeds and bits of wood! The "little" river mouth that timidly meets the ocean was now indistinguishable from the ocean. What power in nature! We were awestruck!
We parked our bikes as close to where we'd wanted to be to wait for Sybille and Doug, Sarah and Rebecca. Shortly they appeared, and if they hadn't seen the photos, they may not have known this to be the same "tranquillo" beach we have described.
Since this side of the beach was so littered with debris, Doug came up with the solution of carrying our bikes across the divide where the river and ocean met. He took Gabriel and Allie's smaller bikes, hoisted them, and started to cross. Michael followed with his bike and Sybille and I with mine. I think we may have misjudged not only the distance, but the depth... We finally got to the other side, where Doug borrowed Allie's bike and rode off to get their vehicle.
Doug is a big kid at heart, (something like Michael?) and Gabriel had a blast playing with him in the water-something about a crocodile man....
Young Rebecca was feeling really rotten and suffered through our fun. She really was a trooper and it wasn't until she succumbed to fever that she sat it out. A great time at the beach with SUN!-was had by all, even Rebecca, who eventually just needed a nap.
We had made plans to go to a potluck and study at the Concrete Jungle that evening. We were happy Sybille joined us. Doug stayed home with Rebecca to give her rest. Poor girl! Allie and Sarah went downstairs for the teen group, where they didn't understand a word of the Spanish. Gabriel didn't care too much for his group because he can't stand colouring but was happy when they all met to watch "Soul Surfer". Michael, Sybille, and I had a wonderful time with the adults, most of whom spoke far better English than our Spanish. It was an interesting time, meeting people with such diverse nationalities and languages-German, Costa Rican, Peruvian, Spanish, American-able to share hearts and spirits nonetheless.
Wouldn't you know it...as we were winding down, the skies opened up again. We had ridden our bikes and were a little leery about riding them home all the way from Puerto Viejo in the dark anyway. The pastor offered to drive us home in his truck...very grateful!!! Next time, we'll take a cab!
We have promised our Canadian friends some nice weather before they carry on with their travels...doesn't look like today will be it, but there's always prayer...We had to show them photos to have them believe ...sunny days are posiible here.
We wanted to share Punta Uva with them-such a beautiful beach!
Indeed, the skies cleared and a nice warm sun started to shine. We were scheduled to meet our friends at their place at 1:00. Unfortunately, when we arrived they hadn't been served lunch yet...ah...Costa Rican time...We decided to bike down and they would drive themselves later. We gave them directions to the entrance we like to take into the beach. We like to walk our bikes down to our "spot". The beach we met today was one we didn't recognize! Trees down, sand blackened by branches and seeds and bits of wood! The "little" river mouth that timidly meets the ocean was now indistinguishable from the ocean. What power in nature! We were awestruck!
We parked our bikes as close to where we'd wanted to be to wait for Sybille and Doug, Sarah and Rebecca. Shortly they appeared, and if they hadn't seen the photos, they may not have known this to be the same "tranquillo" beach we have described.
Since this side of the beach was so littered with debris, Doug came up with the solution of carrying our bikes across the divide where the river and ocean met. He took Gabriel and Allie's smaller bikes, hoisted them, and started to cross. Michael followed with his bike and Sybille and I with mine. I think we may have misjudged not only the distance, but the depth... We finally got to the other side, where Doug borrowed Allie's bike and rode off to get their vehicle.Doug is a big kid at heart, (something like Michael?) and Gabriel had a blast playing with him in the water-something about a crocodile man....
Young Rebecca was feeling really rotten and suffered through our fun. She really was a trooper and it wasn't until she succumbed to fever that she sat it out. A great time at the beach with SUN!-was had by all, even Rebecca, who eventually just needed a nap.
We had made plans to go to a potluck and study at the Concrete Jungle that evening. We were happy Sybille joined us. Doug stayed home with Rebecca to give her rest. Poor girl! Allie and Sarah went downstairs for the teen group, where they didn't understand a word of the Spanish. Gabriel didn't care too much for his group because he can't stand colouring but was happy when they all met to watch "Soul Surfer". Michael, Sybille, and I had a wonderful time with the adults, most of whom spoke far better English than our Spanish. It was an interesting time, meeting people with such diverse nationalities and languages-German, Costa Rican, Peruvian, Spanish, American-able to share hearts and spirits nonetheless.
Wouldn't you know it...as we were winding down, the skies opened up again. We had ridden our bikes and were a little leery about riding them home all the way from Puerto Viejo in the dark anyway. The pastor offered to drive us home in his truck...very grateful!!! Next time, we'll take a cab!
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