As we entered week two of our Central American getaway, I couldn’t help but feel a little restless. Our daily routine of eating, reading, sun-bathing, and swimming had begun to lose its luster. Our home base, the quaint surf village of Popoyo, had plenty of rustic charm, however was relatively lacking in things to do to pass the time. It wasn’t long before we had seen and tasted basically all there was to offer. Ana had been able to break up the days with long beach walks and daily surf sessions, but with a frustratingly pronounced flare up of my back and hip pain, I was really beginning to feel the monotony wear on my happiness.
Luckily, we’d been able to hitch a ride to a series of spectacular warm-water tide pools a mile or so up the coast, where we collected precious seashells and marveled at a variety of cute aquatic creatures, but that was about it. Without a car or the ability to confidently operate a motorbike, we were, for all intents and purposes, “stuck like Chuck.”