Boca, Part 2

As temporary residents of Costa Rica, the law requires us to leave the country every 90 days in order to renew our tourist visas.  So, for the second time, we made a weekend trip to Bocas del Toro, Panama.  It took a full day to travel south to Boca.  We traveled to the border by public bus, and then walked across the border, and then took a taxi to a boat launch, and then a water taxi to island, and then another water taxi to the hotel. 

The next morning we woke up to rain, and let out a collective sigh.  Our last visit to Panama in November was during a tropical storm, and it rained in torrents for most of our trip.  But this time, the weather cleared.  Mostly.  Except that one little made-for-a-film-set-cloud-burst while we were biking.  And then, the weather cleared.

We had a great weekend.  We rented bikes and traveled along the coast.  We ate great food.  We saw amazing views. 
I might have ended my surfing career when a wave pummeled me into the shore...

I am grateful for
safe travel,
uneventful border crossing,
unexpected skype message,
a red bike with a comfy seat,
and a basket,
kids that can bike,
laughing at a downpour,
laughing at myself,

nachos,

brightly embroidered pillows,

white surf,
celestial blue water,
sun,
billowy clouds,
sandcastles,
tiny whole shells,
red ginger flowers,
only my shoulder hurts,
ice cream cones,
my own mola,
fresh pizza,

boat rides,

naps,

gazpacho and falafel,
home again.

For a full view, pictures are up in a Picasa album to puruse.