Why we have so little surf footage...

We would have so much more surf footage if we would take turns filming. The problem is, Brad and I really like surfing together and that leaves only Morty to man the camera. It's the whole opposable thumb thing that really prevents him from filming... I wonder if we could train a monkey to do it?

Here's a little footage of Brad along with my only decent wave on film to date. Enjoy and thanks for all of the love and support!

Brad's the second surfer getting a little storm swell action.

I like this little clip because Brad looks like a tiny little thing in the face of this wave.

Tenets Usurp Landlord

Renter's Rights Land This Slum Lord In The Dog House

For expatriate investor, Morty Raphael, the conflict came about when the registered tenant, Bruiser, moved in his half brother and sister. The ensuing smell was unanticipated. The tenants have stopped paying rent.
Under Costa Rican law squatters have extensive rights to entitlement. Moving the tenants out could prove to be a challenge.
When questioned, Morty Raphael told reporters, "I had no idea this could happen. Jana has repossessed the motel because I can't make payments since my tenants have stopped paying."
It appears that Morty is just another over borrowed American losing it to the dogs in this volatile lending market. Out of a job and nearly $100 USD in debt, Morty had this to say regarding the worst offense,
"It just smells like 'doggy.' I'll never get that smell out. Now renting to other animals is just totally out of the question."

Brad finds small wave while in Mexico

This should have been posted along time ago, thanks for waiting. Lord knows I did, the waves were huge while we were in Mexico back in April. Fortunately I found this head high beauty while dodging the big gnarly waves I wasn't quite ready for. Now days it's a different story, but of course, you'll have to wait for those as well. Thanks sports fans. We will do our best to keep you up to speed.

Chaci El Chanco

Rama and Katharine came up with the idea of putting a pig on the property to feed compost to and fatten up for a pig roast come November. Our mechanic, Helberth, lined up the piglet for us out in the country. Brad and I picked it up in high style with a dog kennel strapped to our roof rack. Brad got to pick the pig out and run it up a hill in a bag.

Apparently we were quite the site because groups of people were laughing and pointing as we drove through San Isidro. We went through a trafic check point and the officer, checking our papers, jumped a foot in the air as Chanci squealed at top decibel directly above him. The confused Trafico pointed up and said, as if revealling something quite important,
"There's a pig on top of your car."
I don't know what that meant but he didn't even finish looking at our papers he just waved us off.

The pig has a lot to accomplish before it's timely Thanksgiving death. Talks are currently underway to take the pig surfing and around Uvita on rope for a bar hop. This is going to have to happen soon because he's getting really big.