the adventure.: beach bums.

Were we crazy to think that we could take a night bus for eight hours, arrive at the beach, spend the day under the sun, return on a night bus, call it an Easter Sunday beach celebration, and have everything go according to our amateur traveler plans? Yeah probably.

Our bus coughed out its first giant puff of smoke at approximately 10:52 on Saturday night. We were pumped, ready for our Easter beach adventure. Our bus driver apparently decided he wanted to practice for his next Fast Five moment and drove like a mad man, dropping us off at 4:38am (instead of our calculated arrival time of 7:30am) on the side of a nearly deserted beach road with only the town drunks roaming the streets singing "Vamos a la playaaaa...Sí Sí Sí Sí Sí!" as we walked by. We laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation and crashed on the beach for a couple hours, only to be startled back into reality by a giant wave that decided to reach higher than any other wave on the beach in the exact location of our slumber camp. Everyone else got soaked, but I was lucky enough to have chosen the spot directly behind Scott, who decided to tackle me and throw me farther up the beach in his moment of sheer panic. I think it was the most hilarious awakening I've ever experienced.

So we spent over 14 hours on the beach for Easter Sunday. My highlights include the following: sleeping in the sand, dying of laughter with Alyssa every time we attempted to pee in the ocean, learning to surf and successfully riding three waves with my giant rented beginner board, chasing crabs, being approached by the most heart-melting puppy known to mankind and cuddling with that adorable bundle of cuteness, AND finding out that we were, in fact, crazy to think there would be seats available on the night bus at the end of Easter weekend and being forced to spend the night and another day living the beach bum life.