Well, as is often the case, all things work out okay. Glen and I followed our noses in the Suzuki along the Playa Posado beach, the park beach near here (Ridley turtles nest here in the summer, I believe). We finally found a place midway down the beach and we walked along.

We were a bit confused on where we were supposed to snorkel, even to the point of having a tiff over it. (All trips have, I believe, a point where the participants disagree/get frustrated-on longer trips, there are even times you need to be alone. I think of the couple who traveled Africa for a year and reported the same. Also, there is the need for books after awhile which we haven't reached, but I digress....)

Still, we found a good place, protected from the waves by rocks; we got Glen's face mask to work and his glasses to fit inside, and had a great time seeing neat fish. It was nothing like a coral reef, but some of the fishes were very colorful and unique. The best perhaps was the big, fat, yellow one we saw.

Silliest thing of all was--we did so well taking only what we needed (so we could swim without having anything taken) and attaching the rest to our bodies that-we forgot the waterproof camera that we had bought just for this! Ah well--we'll try again this afternoon.

Since it was 12:30, we thought we ought to get out of the sun. So, we looked for a lunch place.

Did I write about lunch yesterday? I should. We ate at a beach place called Olga's on the map that Ruth gave us. We were very hungry. We both ordered "something" con pescado. Thus, we each got half a fish (Glen got the head end, I got the tail). I also got rice and beans and Glen got tortillas. It seemed to be a pretty authentic Costa Rica bar-restaurant. They also served food to many of the Ticos camped there--surfers and fisher-people, too.

Today's lunch, however, was outstanding Italian food. We had stopped at one place but the prices were too high (we only had 1,000 colones with us, again since we had had to leave our stuff on the beach). The next place was a loft, outdoor pizzeria. The oven wasn't hot enough yet for pizza--plus we were the only customers. The owner spoke Italian, Spanish and English. We told him we only had 1,000 colones, so we ordered dos Coca-Colas and a bowl of pasta with tomato, basil, garlic, onion, etc. sauce. It was wonderful--very authentic, very good. We may go back for dinner, we'll see!

As we were leaving, their German Shepherd came in with an armadillo. It was alive, but very injured (crushed in the middle). The dog got in trouble. The armadillo looked like those in Texas. Poor thing.