Heeding advice that if I don't know exactly what my one specific passion is into which I should pour my heart and soul, then, rather than spin to no avail it may be best to zealously follow my curiosity. And so I do this with what looks a lot like passion. This morning while eating breakfast at the Miramar Surf Camp in Nicaragua, I was hounded by a feisty little kitten to "please feed the starving kittens of Nicaragua." I've owned cats and I don't dislike them, but I have decidedly taken to dogs over the last couple of decades. The great universal debates aside, I loved the spunk, feistiness and confidence of this kit of a gray tabby that I named Pedro. And I remember asking myself, where does Pedro nap to store up this energy? I was sure that he had some cool spots back in the oceanfront jungle to rejuvenate himself. Later in the morning, I took a break from working to get a cup of coffee. So much for cool jungle floors to sleep on.