|Breakfast in Samara Beach fells like heaven.I leave the Tico lodge and pass a tree full of birds. They sound like the best music from every bird that you have ever heard. I walk up to the Sheriff's Rustic Rest and see a squirrel eating a seed in a tree above. I sit down to soft Costa Rican music. Across the road a squirrel makes a heroic dash for the closest palm tree. A beautiful woman in a while dress walks by pushing her bike on the sand. A large yellow butterfly floats by behind her. I glance across the sand to see a large pelican glide over a smooth breaking wave. Am I in heaven or is this earth. I slurp my papaya smoothie and walk into the clouds. ITS CALLED MORNING IN SAMARA BEACH COSTA RICA. Just another day ..... This really happened , not the clouds. Brad.