
This morning was almost a wash as Zia and I headed out for
some official paperwork to find that the place we went wasn’t even open. We
spent 2 hours milling around the place thinking maybe the guy would be late,
but he never arrived. So we sent an email
to the condo association office with the info needed and are hoping it
suffices. Just to make sure the morning
wasn’t a total waste of time, I made sure to head to the beach for about an
hour. Tomorrow, the beach is second on the agenda, right after cleaning the
bathroom.

On my way into town tonight I saw something that isn’t
common in the US, a pickup soccer game. I know the field they were on and the
term sandlot comes to mind. Anyway, when wondering how they get such good
players in their country, I was looking at the bottom of the barrel, and they
still had skills.