The day before we leave Tamarindo for Manuel Antonio, we go out on a Catamaran cruise to a cove.  It's an awkward group of people - few kids, a bachelor party heavy on the tequila and pineapple juice that traders seem to obsessed with consuming.  The sunset is magnificent and when come back into the harbour, the world seems to have smoothed off some of the edges. I finish packing and do the first of four walk throughs that will NOT be as thorough as I would have hoped.  We end up leaving behind a motley array of items, which a dear friend will spend hours helping me retrieve over the final 10 days in country.  Perhaps the most challenging part of the trip will will take place here: managing the kids' realities of their own exhaustiona and teaching them to be bored.  There is wifi but it isn't robust.  The ocean is exquisite but they prefer the pool.  I walk in the mornings before the world stirs, finding magic and stillness.  We ventur...