Mondays are always a little slow on tourist traffic in Sámara (oddly, I've been here long enough to observe assert that fact). So, a couple of the guys at Tico's Surf School occupied themselves by standing a ladder against a palm tree and climbing into it. Sandro manned the machete and started knocking down clusters of pipas (a.k.a. coconuts). Pablo rounded them up, then they set to work hacking off the tops of the pipas and delivering them to the beach. Poke a straw in it and you have yourself a gratis, natural-made, tropical drink: coconut water. It was sweet, but mild. Mostly, it felt like a fitting addition to my trip, as it comes to a close. Later, Christian was cracking open a pipa to get the actual edible coconut out and offered me half. There's no way I have a desire to eat store-bought coconut again.
It's the little things about this odyssey that have become so dear to me and will be missed the most. *sigh*
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