Eric, Ana, Emily and I met at the bus station to head down to San Juan. Mark and Sarah were to meet us there. Eric and Ana´s friend had been staying at a small beach a little north of San Juan so we arranged to up there. We managed to get to San Juan and I picked out a language school to go to for the next week. Then we headed off in taxi to the beach. Lucky us we got the last hotel room on the beach as far as we could figure. The place was pretty rustic small rooms with a bathroom and a grill for cooking. The guys who took care of the place said they could lend us some pots and pans but we would have to find our own fire wood. First things first we headed to the store down road to grab some things that we forgot in San Juan. After some tense negotiations with the owner of the pulperia she decided to lest us take the five gallon water jug by putting a deposit of 8 dollars on it. Carrying it back was not much fun but collecting firewood along the way we felt like a normal Nicaraguan family out getting fuel for the evening meal. Dinner being set up we hit the beach and although the water was cold managed to get some good body surfing in before the sun went down.
Dinner consisted of friend potatoes onions peppers and eggs. We were pretty proud of ourselves for making a pretty decent dinner with out many implements. We even seasoned it with sea salt which worked pretty well. For breakfast we made a mango-pineapple-rum sauce and made french toast to put it on. Which turned out excellent as well. The picture is Eric and Emily cooking the French toast. That day we rented a boogie board and tried our hand at bogeying. When the sun got to hot we lounged in the hammocks or took naps. Our nights consisted of a fair amount of Flor de Cana (the local rum) and sing alongs with Mark playing the guitar. On Sunday we had egg in the hole for breakfast (and we even managed it with out the College Hill Cook Book). We got in one last swim before heading out. Most folks went to Rivas to head on to Managua, Ometepe, and other locations and I headed back to San Juan del Sur to meet my new host family and teacher and begin my new life as a Spanish student.