I get up at 5:30 every morning, make a cup of coffee, and walk to the beach. Yesterday I swam about a half mile, around a rocky point, and walked back on a jungle trail. A little south swell came up yesterday and this morning there were 4 of us in the water surfing at sunrise. It’s uncrowded enough to be friendly. Water 80 degrees, mon! The same as in British Columbia, I’m running across people who are real familiar with our book Shelter (1973). Seems a bunch of people here and in other tropical places used the book for inspiration.
Before I left home I had heard from my friend (Leo), who with partners owns the place where I’m staying), that their cuidadora (caretaker) Rafa was very tall. I told my wife Lesley I could see the photo, with Chilón, who is short and wide with Rafa, tall and lean, and, sure enough, here it is. Rafa is a master of the jungle, knows every plant, bird, animal and insect and is also a good surfer.
