The devastating combination of tequila, Jager, and Guaro…I’m an insatiable fanatic for life; loving all things good and most things bad.  People tell me, time and time again, that I have no limits when it comes to pleasure. My last night in Tamarindo is a true testament to this statement.  We decided to start the night off right and hit our favorite restaurant in Tamarindo, Bruno’s, located on a beautiful balcony patio over looking the city.  My two new best friends, Jon and Sage, joined me for a wonderful dinner while watching the sunset.  In a Zen like manner, I tasted every bite of my Alfredo mushroom pasta; like it was the first bite I have ever eaten.  When we returned to the hostel, it was time to round up the team and start the party.  Of course, we needed two bottles of Guaro (local moonshine), a sort family tradition at our new home, to get things off on the right foot.  For there it gets a little blurry; but I do remember an amazing complement one of my Spanish friends said to me: “I have seen a lot of things in life, but nothing like what I have seen here with you in Tamarindo.  You have absolutely No Limits when it comes to a good time: you have partied harder then anyone I have ever seen or known!  It has been a true pleasure to meet you.”                                                                                                                                                              

 Everyone made sure to join us, we had a great group come out for our last night to say good-bye. We started the night of at Pase Tiempo, a golden oldies rock bar, and eventually made our way back to Monkey bar.  The highlight of the night was last call; I was running a tab, which always leads me to get even more carried away.  John and I stood at the bar and decided we needed a shot of both tequila and jager to say good-bye to this very special place.  Then the fuzzy realization hit us, “wait a god-damm minute here, who are we kidding, we can’t leave without one more shot of Guaro.”  And that was it, any form of sobriety was flushed to the wayside-we proudly became the two drunkest men in Costa Rica that evening.  As we stumbled to the after party at Ray Sole, we ate about 10 Chicken skewers each, so many we had to take a break half way and just sit by the side of the road like a couple of belligerent drunks.  That is pretty much my last true memory of Tamarindo, sitting by the side of the road laughing and babbling nonsense at our own profound ignorance in a beautiful way-if that is even possible; being incoherent just for the love of it all.                                                                                                                                                                                                 

  I awoke to a wretched hangover and a big smile.  After two amazing weeks, it was time to travel forward…