Soda Mary speakin'...Swahili??

Soda Mary is where I stayed for half of my trip this winter in Costa. I'm sure most of my readers are well aware of this. It is owned by Adam and Les McConnell and Brett aka LAGARTO. After my first week at the Soda, Brett came up to me and asked what I was doing on the computer for over an hour every day...and I replied "blogging!". Ha. I gave him a brief introduction and soon thereafter he had one of his own. Since January I have not missed one blog. They all make me laugh til I cry...my parents check it every day as well as some other friends of mine, all of whom have never been to the Soda and have never met Lagarto. Brett is as sweet as sweet can be. He drinks beer like its water and he loves the Soda, and the whole crew..."family" that passes through there. I've mentioned it before, but for those of you who blew it off - you're totally blowing it.

Welcome to Soda Mary, a family of surfers located in Esterillos Oeste, Costa Rica, about 20k south of Jaco on the central pacific coast. We have 4 cabinas for rent to traveling surfers, $10 per night per person, includes community kitchen (wash your dishes before you go surf), laundry and internet. Board rentals are $20 per day, surf lessons $50. Once you become a member of Soda Mary Surf Team, it's like the mob, you can't get out. We surf every day, the gentle waves out front. From the kind right of jailhouse, little reef, lowtide, escuelas and lecheria. When it gets small, we got the beach breaks covered with Bejuco, Este and Centro. People ask, who is Mary? Well she's the mother of Jesus. We offer ding repair and tours, let's go to the waterfall. We host a ton of live music, bring your guitar. Most important, Enjoy Life. Surf Well. Praise God. Pura Vida!

Here is a bit about the author of sodamarysurfteamcostarica.blogspot.com, Brett:

Also known as Lagarto, Brett is 41, surfs every day, originally from Houston Texas, checked out of the rat race at 35 after a nice career in advertising, now gives surf lessons to tourists, surf rentals, ding repair, tour office, real estate, property management and drinking beer. Not necessarily in that order. Come on down and check out Soda Mary, we got a nice gentle wave here. Pura Vida!

Brett, wearing the helmet...safety precautions.

Here is one of Brett's Blog's...explaining the lingo that he uses...

Well ever body axin me say hey Brett, I caints undastands dat blog you writin but the pitchers sho is pretty, what the hell kinda language you writin in bra? Well I tell dem, cuz every blog got to start out with the word "Well", cus dat how you start out your blog man, well we went surfin today and dranks some beers, but I digest. Any ways, backs to my point, we writin da blog in a higher level where only certain folks can understand, you understand? well den you are part of the higher level tinkers man. Dis language part of new invention and we calls it "Southern Swahili" cuz it really gets hot der in da south of Swahili. Dis is a mixture of multiple languages and cultures, start out with Southeast Houston Texas, mix in some Mexican Spanish hey vato! bring in da Carribean pigeon ting ting mon, you like dem crawfish, well den mix in some Cajun spice from my paw paw, gotta throw in some Hawaiin, hey you fuckin Haole! and bra bra bra, move it down south to Central America, and Bam! You got Southern Swahili...don't axe no mo questions cuz you may not unda stand...

if you arent reading this blog, then you just arent cool.

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Nomadic Gypsy back in the NorthEast

Me and Margarita

So, I'm home. I think I'm sad about it, but I'm not quite sure. I had the most EPIC trip thus far in my life, so I'd feel bad if I complained about being home...because during my time in Costa Rica, there was not ONE day that wasn't phenomenal (even when I was dying of the plague). Epic. I don't really know how else to explain the trip. And to top it off, my last night in Costa Rica goes into the record books as one of the TOP FIVE nights of my life. Everything about my last evening was magical. After a big final breakfast at Margarita's Pat, Shawn and I packed up the car and headed an hour north to Atena's, where Ozzie's mother (and Oz) live. Atena's is amazing. Breathtaking. Views like nothing I've ever seen before. It is surrounded by mountains and coffee plantations, and the air is so crisp and clean you can taste it. Making it even more amazing is the house where Mama Lee lives. Just amazing...with an arboretum which is attached to the kitchen. Bah. Only an hour South of San Jose, and an hour North of Esterillos...the climate is vastly different. Cool, refreshing.

The Whole Crew: Pat, Brett, Erin, Chad, Adam, Maria, Shawn, Me, Ozzie, Mama Lee, Mama's boyfriend, and legend Mike

Anyways, Oz showed us around Atena's for the afternoon and then by the time we got back the WHOLE esterillos crew started to arrive!! Mama made up some Arroz con Pollo, steamed veggies, a big salad, empanadas, pasta and sliced mangoes (mango season is kicking there...the most delicious mangoes you have ever tasted!!). I drank a ton of wine, and the boys were putting a hurtin on the beer. We ate, and danced, and talked, and cried, and hugged and laughed. UH - I'm so blessed. After Esterillos left: Oz, Me, Shawnie, Pablo and Todd headed out for a night on the town in Atenas. We ended up at a Rodeo..well, a huge arena of people sitting around riding a mechanical bull. I had much too much to drink to even CONSIDER walking down to ride the bull, but Oz and Shawn felt up to the challenge. Shawn's gringo ass was thrown to the mat within SECONDS. Ozzie I believe lasted about 15 or so seconds before biting the dust. Tall men just aren't meant for bullriding I guess. After that we packed up and took and taxi home. The last 24 hours of my 3 month stay in Costa Rica was epic, spent with people whom I love dearly, and am glad to consider family. I know that they will certainly be in my life for years to come.

Ozzie riding the bull.

Silly drunk, post-mountainside-dinner, post-impromptu-williamsburg yuppie-dance-party, post-bull-riding waiting for a cab. Ozwald and Me.

SO, I'm back home now. After a long flight and an even longer time navigating my 10 foot boardbag through the airport and the air-tran, I'm back in Jers. It's too cold for my liking, but atleast the sun is shining and there is hope for warmer days real soon. Waves in the next two days too which is both exciting and heartbreaking: exciting because they will be good and clean, and heartbreaking because it will be fucking freezing, with water in the 30's and air in the 40's-50's. BAH.

Over the next few days I will be writing some more about my time in Costa, so be sure to be checking in -- and if you havent already, check out my FACEBOOK photos! They are amazing.

Pura Vida, and a ton of love to my family in costa rica!

Ozzie and Pat, two phenomenal, quality people who changed my life.

Long Walks and Logs

Long Walks and Logs:

Yesterday was Monday March 16th, the day before my best buddy Paulie's birthday, and the wonderful Irish holiday...St. Patrick's Day. I began my day with a Bialetti Americano and mosied on over to Soda Mary to hang with the crew. The waves out front were looking pretty phenomenal, but because I'm still under the weather and only surfing one session a day and we were going to head to Corilio, so I opted out. Corilio is an hour drive, then a 40 minute walk to get to. It's a left point break that breaks for.ev.er. The part that sucks is that you have to walk for 39 minutes before you can see whether the waves are epic...or horrible. Well 20 minutes into the car ride there I was over it, and 5 minutes into the walk I was pretty miserable. What can I say, the only thing that I hate more than walking is running. And it was HOT out. Hot. And my log weighs a zillion pounds. I definitely lost a few inches over the walk with my longboard sitting on my head. After a half hour the wind turned a bit, the tide filled in, and we all managed to get some fun waist to chest high waves that just broke and broke for quite a distance. Then we started the long trek back...but the wind was howling and holding my board was near impossible. Lucky me my man loves me, so he carried BOTH longboards for the 40 minute walk back. I slept the whole way home, thanks again to Shawn for taking care of everything. That evening the waves were perfect, but I was beat. Defeated. Unable to move an inch. So I cooked dinner. Beet, almond, cucumber salad with homemade balsamic citrus vinagrette, linguini with homemade sauce, garlic bread, and then cherry cheese pie for dessert. To top off our fabulous evening, we headed down for my LAST Monday Night Live @ Soda Mary. There were 6 musicians in the house...the most we've ever had. It made for an interesting jam session. We even had a bass player with an amp! Bah! Going to miss this night for sure.

This morning we woke up early, had coffee (well, an americano for me!), and then headed down the beach. The waves were a tad smaller than they've been....chest to head high (on shawn...and he is 6'3") and clean. I had a wonderful session, getting some of the longest rides I've had in Costa Rica...walking all over the board. It was great to surf with the Soda Mary crew, especially Les. He's always good for a laugh. He recently got a new board and he is shredding on it. Wooohoooo. Came home for Breakfast BURRITO'S. Adam made some brownies, and soon we are heading to the waterfall for some fun. Hopefully I will have some strength to get in an evening session before we got for some TSUNAMI SUSHI. MmMmMm.

I only have 5 days left. Sob. Gasp. Sob. Moan. Weep.

www.sodamarysurfteamcostarica.blogspot.com

Hello, this is Cailin, just wanted to let you know that I taught Brett how to blog and now he's outta control and way better blogger than me, so check out his blog, become a follower. Right now I'm listenen to some George "The Man" Strait, now that's some good Texas music, pura vida!

PS: In case you not sure, Cailin did not post this blog, she left for Hermosa and she was still logged in so Brett took advantage of the opp...

Garbage Day and Battle of the Blogs

Today was garbage day in Esterillos. Garbage day is a VERY important day, a day that you do not want to miss. With the heat and the bugs, anything organic gets pretty nasty pretty quick. You can't flush your t-p, so your 'shit paper' (as brett calls it) gets thrown in the trash. Also, beer is consumed here like water -- so we have an abundance of empty beer cans. As you can see, garbage day is muy muy muy importante. The key is though that you gotta be here for the trash man -- when he beeps as he drives down the street, you run your trash out. Well damnit, Brett waited around all day and the trash man never came! So we are hoping that they are going to come tomorrow. And goddamnit don't you know that the damn dogs got into the trash while we weren't here and spread it all over the street. Bah. Trash is a big deal here -- the little things you take for granted back home... Here's Cam and I, praying to the trash-gods that they come and get this stinking heap out of our front yard:

BATTLE OF THE BLOGS:
World Domination Blogging Competition

I introduced Brett to Blogging. So I guess that I am the only one to blame. But he has become an addict (much like myself), thinking about what the blog will entail and stressing over a clever name as well as which pictures to put up. Ha. Him and I compete for computer time so that we can give our blog lots of love and attention. Recently (now that I'm BACK at soda mary, no longer on the caribbean - and now that he's a madrambler as well) our blogs have been mimicking one another. His take and my take. Check it out, he's freaking hysterical - AND the best part is that he types the way that he speaks --- with a southern, Texan accent. Hahaha. His blog is www.sodamarysurfteamcostarica.blogspot.com This is Brett:


Making plans in Costa Rica doesn't happen. So I don't know why I try. It's not so much that I plan, I just try to make a bit of a guideline - mostly so that I don't get caught up sitting around, drinking beer, and talkin trash on the front porch of soda mary. So anyways...my plans with Suzi didn't pan out, and we ate at Azul because our fish guy never came thru. BUT I was ecstatic that Cam was back so that I now have someone to play dominoes with. We had a reunion special: World Domination Dominoe Competition. I WHOOPED his ass. Smoked em. By over 100 points. Wooohooo. Damn it feels good to be a gangsta. hahahahahahahahahahaha. Sorry cam. This is Cam:

Guitar Lessons @ Soda Mary

That's right, I now offer guitar lessons at Soda Mary. So get in line... hahaha.

Today Is Wednesday in Costa Rica.

Today is Wednesday in Costa Rica.

Not Friday, no - not Saturday, nor is it Sunday.

Today is Wednesday.

Brett's Beer Count: Upwards of 10 and still going strong

Adam's Beer Count: 5, and still going strong

Cailin's Beer Count: 3, and about ready for a nap

Did I mention that it's 3pm?

Which means that these numbers are unusually low for the Soda Mary Crew and all of Esterillos.

“Do not cease to drink beer, to eat, to intoxicate thyself, to make love, and to celebrate the good days.” - Egyptian Proverb

PURA VIDA

Burger's, Achin Back, and Beers

In Costa, I try to stay up until ATLEAST 8pm. I can't go to sleep before then. Well, last night I was fighting it as hard as I could. Laid in my bed at 7pm to read, don't think that I even got a page and woke up at 11pm with my door open and my light on, still in my skirt. Fired up the fan, (left on the light), put on my pj's and locked the door. Woke up this morning at 5am, fell back to sleep, and got outta bed around 6am. Had my Bialetti (thank GOD for julisa...this was my christmas gift from her, and it has certainly been used atleast once a day since i got it), Skyped Mom and Shawn, and then headed out for a surf with Adam. We went to 'soda marys secret spot'. Now - my WHOLE body, every part of my being, is ACHING from yesterdays surf, as well as the walk to and from the secret spot. So this morning I was in agony. Walked the 25 minute trek with my heavy ass classic longboard on my head (it doesnt fit under my arm). I try to adjust the weight of the board from the top of my head, to the front of my head, and sometimes just balancing it on my hands above the board -- because my damn head is slowly becoming flat. Yes, flat. I'm not lying. By board is slowly crushing my skull. Got down there at a pretty low tide and very very carefully began the long paddle out. Adam had reef booties, so he walked most of the way. Mike (LEGEND mike) was not too far behind us. We got out there and got it good - not nearly as good as we did yesterday, or the time that Shawnie was here -- but it was chest to head high and clean. Plus, only us out there. Mike definitely had the wipe-out of the days. Him and his huge longboard tumbling together down the face of the wave and around the water. I was trying to supress my laughter because I wasn't sure if he was seriously hurt, but when he came up alive I laughed for 10 minutes straight. About an hour into our surf Adam and I started to talk about food....BAD IDEA. We got stuck on hamburgers- so after 2.5 hours of surf we ran out of the water, in a mad-dash to the LowTide Lounge for a loaded burger. My head was aching, my arms and my back were breaking, from holding my board - but I figured that I had to suffer thru it and EARN my burger. We had cheeseburgers with bacon and avocado, french fries on the side, and washed it down with soda. For dessert, we had a beer with Brian (the manager) and his very cute, insanely obedient yellow Lab, Jake. Adam and Brian tried a new Israeli beer that LowTide has, and I had an ice cold imperial light, served in a glass with a salted rim and some lime. MMM. MUY DELICIOUSO. Lovin it. Came back to Soda Mary, and I am now suffering from a food-hangover. My body is hurting, and it's calling for another ice cold beer. Trying to fight the urge and take a nap, but I'm thinking that it's too hot for that. PURA VIDA.

I mean...who DOESN'T like burgers?
Here's a quote from one of my (newest) favorite authors, Tom Robbins:


"A Hamburger is warm and fragrant and juicy. A hamburger is soft and nonthreatening. It personifies the Great Mother herself who has nourished us from the beginning. A hamburger is an icon of layered circles, the circle being at once the most spiritual and the most sensual of shapes. A hamburger is companionable and faintly erotic. The nipple of the Goddess, the bountiful belly-ball of Eve. You are what you think you eat."
Tom Robbins

Amazing Day

:Here are some more photos from last night that Pat took:

BAH. Amazing day. Barack Obama, a black man, was sworn in today as the PRESIDENT...GoodBye Bush. I had the best session yet that I have had in Costa Rica, and sitting in a rocking chair watching the inauguration. Beautiful beautiful day...and its only 1pm.

Surfed the 'soda mary secret spot' this morning. Perfect, overhead, clean, consistent lefts. Lefts - I know. But amazing. Only a few of us in the water. Adam and I talked trash to eachother the whole session, laughing like crazy people, with smiles from ear to ear. My legs hurt from surfing, a pain that I don't often get...but I stopped counting my waves when I hit 30...we only surfed for 2.5 hours, but it was wave after wave after wave. Legend mike, adam, and I for the first 45 minutes and then Nico, Michele and Thoralf joined us. Adam and I then went to my favorite place to eat in costa rica (aside from soda nanyoa in dominical..but i must say this breakfast is the best in all of costa), MARGARITAS. It's the old ladies backyard. Had some MORA juice, blackberries. MMMM. So good. And cafe con leche...the works. Did I mention that it's only 3 bucks for coffee, juice, fried plantains, gallo pinto and scrambled eggs?

Hanging out now, utterly exhausted and sweating to death - but what a glorious day. Throwing an empty coconut now for Newman (adams dog) and getting ready for a little siesta.

Soda Mary Live

Last night we had a fiesta fiesta at Soda Mary. It was the first night in Costa Rica that I have really put down some beer...AND fried chicken. It was Marias, adam's tica girlfriend and our neighbor, sisters' 21st birthday last night, so Larry (that lives here at the soda) decided to throw her a birthday party: cake with candles and FRIED CHICKEN. Those of you who know me KNOW that I hate eating anything off the bone. I just can't get down with it, and really I'm not that successful, always leaving a bunch of meat on the bone. Well, I was ravenous so I figured that I would have one piece of Larry's fried chicken. Well about 10 pieces later Adam started to make fun of me for being a fried-chicken-eating-machine. Ha. It was so delicous. So so SO delicious. If I only eat fried chicken once in my life, I'm glad that it was Larry's. Kudos, chef. Also in attendance was the whole family from next door, the soda crew (adam, les, larry, brett, mike, pat, nico, michele, thoralf, brian, Jeni, suzanne) and few others. Damn it was fun. I was playing guitar and legend mike was RIPPING - jamming from the depths of his soul, on harmonica. Little kids were dancing, people were tapping their feet, and Les sat in his rocking chair - beer in hand - happy as a clam. There were dogs and puppies and unfortunately for the cat, one cat. ha. Such a fabulous time, such a fabulous (dysfunctional) family that we've become. We were all sad though that Shawn wasn't here, so the birthday party turned hootenany, turned into a Shawnie-Lovefest. Ha.

I couldn't have been THAT drunk because after almost 2 weeks of trying to figure out how to set the alarm on my watch I finally was successful...unfortunately it worked, going off at 5am. Yes, I slept with my light on again. Laugh it up. I woke up at 3am again...was awake for an hour, staring at the illuminated ceiling.

Downstairs now, having BIALETTI with mike, adam, brett and michele. Getting ready to head to Panama for a few days with Les and Adam. I hope they don't mind - I kind of invited myself, but I'm sure that they will be thankful for one more person to bicker with (the pair of them bicker like two old ladies). We are going to take the bus down, then rent a car - sans boards. This is a fun, culture trip. If the waves are really good then we will rent boards, but otherwise we are just cruisin around.

PURA VIDA.

shawn representing soda mary

Shawn surfed today. In the snow. Air temp was 28 degrees F, and the water was 34. Brr. Here he is, representing Soda Mary all the way back home...

Buckled Boards

Buckled Boards
Esterillos, Costa Rica 4pm, jan 4th:

This morning we made the 20 minute walk to La Lecheria as the sun rose. It was big. The wave was about 300 yards out, but still, from the beach you could tell that these waves were no joke. We paddled out through the channel - a very long paddle through the channel. The waves were anywhere from 6-8' (with 8 to 10' faces) and the bombing sets that rolled through were about 8-10', some with 12 foot faces. I had some big waves today, and some very late takeoffs. I didn't fall once. Not once. I stuck every drop in and was screaming across the face of every wave. You never knew if someone survived or not until them came shooting over the back of the wave - because people were disappearing behind a wall of water. Surfing with us today was Cam, Shawn, Ben, Adam, Shannon, one local guy, and Fred on a kayak. Cam buckled his longboard on the first wave and had to get out of the water. Shannon buckled his longboard on his 3rd wave...he had to get out. We all took turns hooting and hollering eachother into these fabulous waves, and oooooing and ahhhhhhing as we watched people get creamed. I had to break into my "death paddle" twice. The death paddle is when I muster every bit of strength that is in my body, every bit from every part of my being, and paddle like hell. Paddling for my life -- because there is a set covering the horizon and coming for me. I couldn't paddle this fast if I tried, only when the 'death paddle' is truly needed. The boys laughed when they heard about my death paddle, but when a huge set came out the back and I was 70 yards past everyone as they got clobbered, the laughing ended. Ha. Ha. Ha muthafuckas.

A few hours later, once we had beaten our bodies to oblivion, we got out of the water and walked down the beach - stumbling into Margaritas to reminesce over our awesome waves, and (their) disasterous wipeouts. Margarita's is totally cool. It is a womans house (margarita) and you just post up in her back yard at this little table she has on the porch, and she brings you out coffee and juice. You don't get to order here - there is no menu. You get what she is cooking, for 1500 colones ( a whopping 3 dollars, bevs and all). We got a heaping pile of gallo de pinto (rice and beans), scrambled eggs, and fried plantains. MmMmM and for only 3 bucks. Authentic.

Got back and have had no desire to do anything. None of us want to go for another surf. We don't want to swim, or dance or play! haha. We did play a very intense round of Dominoes ( i lost damnit), but the stress of it wore us all out so we took naps. Adam, Ben, Shawn and I are heading to Jaco in a bit for some sushi @ TSNAMI SUSHI - supposedly the BEST, not just in town, but in all of Costa Rica. I looked it up online and a ton of travelers have given it rave reviews on their blogs and on travel sites.

The swell is supposed to pick up a little more tomorrow, so I'm looking forward to another surf at La Lecheria before heading to Dominical. PS: It's called Lecheria because the little house that sits out front of the break, the only house around, used to be a dairy farm.

I will post some pictures from Soda Mary, and a couple from our SODA MARY SOCIAL (Hootenany) last night. (computers acting up now, ill have to upload later) Shannon on violin and guitar, me on guitar and vocals, and mike - fabulous mike - on harmonicas. We had too much fun and put on a show for many people from ESterillos. I even sold 5 cds, and made some money in the love bucket!!

Vietnamese Iced Coffee

MmMm. Vietnamese iced coffee!!! SOOOO GOOOOOD. Made that super strong bialetti espresso last night and after a long surf session this morning it was just what I needed...as strong as jet fuel. Today Hermosa was about head high (which means it was a bit overhead on me because I'm so damn short). You can tell that swell is pushing in though because the waves are filling out - a bit more thick, with a bit more power. And I've said it before, and I'll say it again - there is NO workout, NO equipment, NO routine that can prep you for surfing aside from surfing. Cause I have been busting my ass at the gym and I have been hurtin here. Another week of surf I think I will start to feel accustomed and won't be so whooped after a session. Got some nice 10's today -- which was nice because I was only really gettin 5's before in the semi-soft waves.

I'm no lady. By any means, I am no lady. But living at Soda Mary has had it's moments. There has been more farting, cursing, drunkeness and talking about shitting and having sex than I have ever been subjected to. It's an entertaining crowd for sure. A rowdy crowd. From TEXAS. "Deep in the HEART of Texas!". Les is always forgetting to put in his teeth, Adam is always ripping loud farts (thank GOD they don't stink), Mike is always forgetting Paloma (his dog) in town, Brett tells his story about getting barrelled, again and again, and Noah fires up a joint. A random crew that I have come to love, their quirks and all. I do look forward to heading to Billy's though after this weekend. It will be a completely different atmosphere. Mellow, clean (both physically and socially), and there will be some room to spread out and stretch!!!

Gotta go now, finish my muy deliciouso iced coffee and make some kind of lunch.

Pura Vida.

Warm Water & Tortilla's

Warm Water & Tortillas
Esterillos, Costa RIca 3pm, dec 29th

After our breakfast of Cam and Eggs, I laid down and read more of my book, Water for Elephants. I bought it on the second leg of my flight to Costa, and I'm almost finished it already. It's being told by Jacob, who is now 90 (or 93, he's not sure) living in an old folks home, reflecting on his past when he worked in the circus. Its delightful in its description, a captivating story that you cant help to feel connected with. Very good - I fully recommend. I love reading in Costa...there are no distractions.

After that I joined in the "Soda Mary's Social Club" (aka the front porch...brett, adam, noah, cam and the lovely pat). We chatted, laughed and talked trash. Then Shawnee and I ventured down to the beach. He went snorkeling with the spear gun (visibility was awful though) and I cruised the beach, checking out this foreign town, and swam around. Met back up with Shawn and we just floated in the small pools of very hot water that have collected around the reef. We came home and napped. For almost 2 hours. Sound sleep. I needed it...I had a difficult time sleeping last night, still too excited to sleep. Woke up and made some lunch. I fried an egg and put it in a tortilla with avocado, black bean puree, some onion, and tomatoe. Shawn made some kind of other tortilla. Everything in tortillas! I love it!! We scarfed them down, still bleary eyed from our nap, and then I made some tea and decided to blog!! It's a little after 3pm as I write this, and I believe that we are getting ready to head down to the beach soon for a sunset session with the Soda Marys' crew. All of the winter surfing and going to the gym STILL hasn't prepped me for surfing - I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't exhausted, spent, aching all over. Another week though and I will be in the groove. Today is Adam's birthday, one of the Texas guys that's been living/working in costa for years. We are going to go out to one of the bars for some celebratory drinks. I'm gonna take it easy though, I definitely need my rest for tomorrow's session. I hope that all is well on the east coast.

Pura Vida.