Close up of the beach.
The terrain was very flat, so the beach was very very long. The water was about two inches deep for maybe 100 feet.
A child frolicks in the surf as the rain clouds move in.
An empty restaurant at the beach.
A surfer goes for one last run before the rain comes. Everyone else has gone home.
If you are thinking of going to Peru instead of Costa Rica, see my Peru Page.
If you are thinking of going to Southern France instead of Costa Rica, see my France Page.
If for some reason you think that I'm a great writer, and you like scary, conspiracy-laden, psychological thrillers (think DaVinci Code), you can read my novel, City of Pillars, published by The Invisible College Press. It has nothing to do with Costa Rica though. PS: I use my middle name as my nom de plume, but it's still me.
If for some reason you want to read my creepy, melancholy, darkly-humorous photocomic, just click on this link for tiny ghosts. Unlike the book, this is totally free! However, it also doesn't have anything to do with Costa Rica.
I don't really have a lot more information than what's written in here, but if you want to contact me about something, mail me at: firstname.lastname@example.org.