In which we paddle board and make a curious acquaintance

"What? You moved from San Francisco to here?!! Excuse me, but I have to go to the bathroom..." the guy we met at the Hilton bar spluttered. He has lived in AD for 30 years - but somehow, our move was beyond belief. He had similarly required a good deal of explanation to process our paddleboarding attempts, so I suppose his skepticism was par for the course.

Paddle boarding is a thing here. Amid a sea of jet skis, paddle sports are doing quite well. Helpfully, there are areas where motors aren't allowed (many of which are full of jet skis anyway, but some of which, like the mangroves, are blissfully empty).

We rented boards from Watercooled at the Hilton Beach Club, where there's also sailing and windsurfing and kayaking. It will be a short walk across the street from our new apartment (more on that pending). Paddleboarding was pretty easy at first.

 We paddled.   We did a little yoga.

We approached the shore dangerously closely.

And then our yoga poses got rather ambitious, and the falling began.

 Apparently, standing on one foot is hard on a paddle board.

And that is how we made friends with people at the bar, who (unbeknownst to us) were greatly entertained by our antics. Our skeptical friend had two cold beers waiting for us on the patio - our first drinks in AD!