Horses like to ride Mike.

Since our set up of a tour for the morning had miserably failed we tried our hand at finding horseback riding at the last minute. Mike and Katie succeeded in behind the scenes dealing to find us Javier the columbian who owned horses on the side! He picked us up in his green car and although it seemed sketchy we decided our money and business here was probably more valuable to him than our lives. After and hour of waiting in traffic and actually having great conversation it was decided that we would break bread with our new friend before the ride. We sat laughing and even felt comfortable enough to exchange jokes in spanish. Brooke stated that she had a food baby while he quickly responded that he had twins. When we eventually made it to the horsefarm we trecked through mud in order to lay eyes upon a 2 day old babay horse. While the moment was magestical we were ready to ride. We had changed identities from the three mochileros to the three horsemen plus a bonus member, the fifteen yearold horsekeeper named chino. Anticipating a fast a furious ride our horses only took a mild pace especially Mikes horse, Hercules, who took a lesierly pace and stopped often forcing Chino to get his hands dirty with rounding him up. After an hour or two or riding it was time to convince Chino to let us swim with the horses. Upon entering the water Chinos horse took it upon himself to drop a few kids of at the pool and Mikes horse decided he had had enough. When mikes was deep enough in it proceeded to roll over ontop of Mike giving itself a chance to get a free ride. It repeated itself on the way out hoping that the rider and ridee would once again switch roles.
Later that night it was decided that we would take a boat over to the Aqua lounge! For ladies night. This bar was unlike anyother. Either out of pure stupidness or pure genious a giant hole was in the middle of this club that opened up over the ocean allowing drunk people to swim, there were also swings for jumping off into the water. The night proceeded like this. Michael talked with the Irish and became a social lite of the party scene, Brooke and Katie hit the dance floor and gave ¨THE FACE¨to anyone who approched that was a tad to forward. We then found our Israeli friends from puerto viejo and a few more of their Israeli friends (If you are looking to meet Israelis in their twenties I adivce you to not go to Israel but rather central and south america where they all travel in large packs after their service in the army). After a few too many strenuous moves it was time for Brooke to swim. While Katie rocked the dance floor and Mike found a group of hard core british dancers who play games, Brooke one of the Israelis and a rather rambunxous crowd took a dip in the ocean. Upon exciting the water it was noticed that the Isralis pants had been mysteriously lifted from their hiding place in a bush...He proceeded the rest of the night in his wet boxer briefs. After a cool of it was back to the dance floor for Brooke where she proceeded to rip her dress with dance moves that are apparently too intense for any type of clothing. She can now officially say RIP to two pairs of pants, shorts, and a dress. The morning after while debating on keeping the dress or not she went in for the smell check and is now coming out with a new perfume line.
Eau De Traveler.
The scent featured contains the smell of Israeli men, smoke, salt water, and mildew. COMING TO STORES SOON. $49.95