a very special Christmas morning

Walking down a bumpy dirt road in Costa Rica first thing on Christmas morning, heading to the beach, this drunk guy was approaching us on his bicycle, swerving left and right. Suddenly, he cut in front of us and the bike flipped over, flinging the man from his bike and onto the grass face-down. When he landed, he was still clutching his bottle of Imperial and the contents were pouring out onto the grass. This is what it looked like, only the guy holding the beer bottle was cracking up and muttering something in Spanish.



Ho ho ho! What a jolly Christmas it was!