Another sunrise over Osa bay.

An infant, his mother, and Elliot play on the beach at dawn.

Elliot and the infant's mother make tracks in the damp sand. The tide is just going out.

Elliot shows off a small fry.

Elliot shows off what has been his home for the last seven months. It's been all over South America, and was shipped from Columbia to Panama. Apparently you cannot drive from South to North America, because FARC controls a part of the country that it is unwise to pass through.

Kate is using her skills to make nice with Eliot, the son of a British/Kenyan couple who were camping up the beach from us. That's their Range Rover with a tent on it in the background. We were sharing Oreos at this point, which is always good for making friends.

I got up and rode the second wave I ever tried!

Brother and sister are both excellent surfers. For real.

Kate takes a mid-day siesta, post-surfing.

A bat colonized the top floor of the cabana we rented for two nights, when we'd had our fill of sand and howler-monkey wakeup calls. The bat was discovered while Kate was napping.

Kate was not all that pleased he was there.

A very large toad.