Up by 4 at halftime, we lost steam in the second half as Barva pulled away. They are good. Very good.
After the game, I headed to Manuel Antonio for the weekend. Home to a beautiful national park and gorgeous beaches, I spent the day similar to a beached whale, with my body sprawled out and face down in the sand. The waves were sizable, and I felt like a pansy as 8-year-old Tica girls were shredding waves on their surfboards as I fell down and lost my trousers every time a wave hit me.
Tonight we have Sanatura in essentially a do-or-die game. Vamos!
Sanatura en el cerebro...