Jack, aka Superman

So, after Jack returned the car to Tamarindo, instead of putting the bike in the back of the trunk, granted it would have been banging around back there and probably a huge pain, he opted to run/walk/swim back. He's got a gift for just knowing things like where to go. He gets lost a lot and when we're with him I just go absolutely nuts about it but when he is alone, have at it and get lost. He enjoys the rush. He drops the car off and heads back via the beach. Now, he knows it's high tide which could pose a problem if there are cliffs. There were cliffs. So he's now on the beach getting to the point where the waves are crashing on the cliffs and he knows he has to get above the cliffs and away from the water. He heads up and wings it and is now on top of the cliffs. But, there is security all around watching this madman walk along where, I'm sure, is not the norm. The security guards are from Hacienda Pinilla, which is the J.W. Marriot and it is swanky and stuffy and pretentious. I'm sure if one can afford to stay there it's awesome. We'll never know. We did walk down the beach our first week here all the way to it and it sits directly on the beach. So, naturally, we walked up, past the sign while the girls were yelling at us not to go in because we are not guests. They don't get the fact that you can look. We weren't going to poach on the pool or anything although Jack kept saying we should. We get up to the infinity pool which is huge and it is exclusive. Definitely not my kind of place, although, I'm glad we checked it out. We were being watched the whole time by the workers who were dressed in black pants and starched white coats. They looked hot and miserable.
Anyway, now Jack is on top of the cliffs in front of Hacienda Panilla property. They have miles of beach front spots and homes they rent for a zillion dollars. There is an 18 hole golf course on the ocean and Jack is walking right in front of it all looking haggered, being watched the whole time. He gets to a river and being high tide has to cross this thing. Rivers are where the crocs hang out. It's also where lots of Tico's get their dinner or hang out and swim or whatever. Jack gets up to the river and all of these Tico's are watching him. He's in running shoes, socks, and he has a backpack on. A wave comes up and crashes over his shoes and all of the Tico's start laughing at him. He sits down, takes off his shoes and socks and holds up his backpack over his head and swims across this river. The river is not shallow and it is not short. I've seen another river crossing just like the one he's telling me about it and they have these boats you wave down if you are across the river and they motor over to you and you pay something like $1 for a lift. This river had no boats because there are no tourist attractions around it. He said the Tico's were cheering and laughing. I'm sure these people are just in awe of him. He's superman, I'm telling you.