<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375795</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:25:59.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaga's Tales from Costa Rica</title><subtitle type='html'>Pura Vida!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gagatico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375795/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagatico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510784456060371457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3492/29/1600/mebloggerpic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375795.post-10798670</id><published>2002-03-16T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:17:03.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pavones Satori1Pavones is 400km from San Jose. By bus it's an 8 hour journey through the mountains and bad dirt roads, already described in the Hernando Satori in this Blogsite.But what is so special about Pavones?It's the site of the acclaimed  longest left point break in the world--which won't make much sense or be of much interest to anyone but a surfer--a "goofy-footed" surfer at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375795/posts/default/10798670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375795/posts/default/10798670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagatico.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10798670' title=''/><author><name>Gaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510784456060371457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3492/29/1600/mebloggerpic.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375795.post-10436340</id><published>2002-03-05T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-03-16T17:28:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Satori of HernandoGetting from Golfito to Punta Banco, where my land is, is a trip. Actually, getting to Golfito is a trip too. It all starts in San Jose. 1.San Jose is the capital of Costa Rica. It's a low slung sprawling urban spread on a plateau that is part of the mountain range that runs all the way from Alaska, through British Columbia and California, right through Peru to the tip </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375795/posts/default/10436340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3375795/posts/default/10436340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gagatico.blogspot.com/2002_03_01_archive.html#10436340' title=''/><author><name>Gaga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09510784456060371457</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3492/29/1600/mebloggerpic.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
