Walking out the front...
to this...

After dropping off our grateful Tico hitchhiker amigo in Santiago, we headed off into the night towards Santa Catalina. Many potholes and Spanish swear words later - we arrived and checked into a little cabin in the middle of some farm land and fell asleep to the sound of crickets and waves. The next morning I was greeted with perfect head high waves breaking on an A frame reef straight out the front. The next week and a half were spent surfing, cooking up delicous feasts with our multicultural travel mates and enjoying Panamanian beer or Chilean red wine on the roof watching the sun set over the waves.