Today I took my first surfing lesson of what is sure to be a long and prosperous surfing career.
I also sustained my first surfing injuries. (Obviously.)
A group of ticos who had been watching me surf (and no doubt saw the Great Wipeout) met up with me as I left the beach.
¨Your leg is bleeding¨, one of them pointed out.
´I know¨, I responded.
¨You can use my shirt¨, he said.
¨No, gracias¨ , I exclaimed, ¨I can´t use your shirt for that!¨
¨Yes, I would let you¨, he answered in English, ¨that´s how much I care for you.¨
Everyone here is so friendly!