Costa Rica felt decidedly foreign yesterday.
Watching a volcano spew gobbits of lava onto its flank like discarded road flares was a great way to round off a day which had seen MJ and I handling poisonous frogs, flying upside-down on zip lines, and sipping cocktails in a hot spring´s swim-up bar.
As the tumbling hunks of molten rock bounced into darkening red fragments as they dissipated on the side of the Arenal Volcano, I thought it might be quite nice to build a swim-up bar in Austin somewhere. And if we could get a volcano fitted, that would be nice too.
