I did not partake in the yoga class because, well, I'm a guy, and real men don't do yoga, and Francesco and I went out for a ride. He's a super nice guy and quite an avid rider. Despite the fact that he's still recovering from ruptured achilles tendons--in both legs (about 6 months apart from each other and about 10 months ago for the most recent one), he was getting ready to lead a two-week bike tour across the country. He says it's a pretty mellow pace, but the roads in Costa Rica can make even a relatively short ride quite brutal. READ MORE>>>
This happened after only a few miles, and essentially ended his ride. He couldn't carry on because with his recent achille's tendon surgeries, he is not supposed to spend much time standing while pedaling. He got a ride back and he was able to give me easy to follow instructions to keep going on my ride and still get back to Mystica without getting lost. It was still a fun ride and I'd take Jean on it the following day.
|Where Jean did her yoga stuff.|
|Where I did my biking stuff.|
|Calling for a ride...|
|The wind was CRAZY along this ridge... the perfect spot for a wind farm.|
|I like riding bikes.|
|It's always cool to have a volcano in a photo. That's a fact, look it up.|
|My pics did NOT come out very well... the flash I was using flattened|
the depth of the rock carvings...
|I don't remember what these were, but I drank 'em up anyway...|
When we were done, surprisingly, our little BeGo scampered up the jeep trail quite nimbly and we were on our way back to Mystica. The "drive" back was nearly as arduous as the ride had been the day before, but much less tiring. We got back to Mystica in time for another great dinner.