Men here are sexually attracted to their surfboards. Our instructor, Kiki is superrr friendly and named his surf school “happy happy”. His school is actually just him in a little beach hut with plastic baggies of mangoes. I wish I was surfing everyday, but my stomach stuff made me very unmotivated this week. I want to go once more before we head out on Saturday because Kiki lets us use his boards (and slack line) for free! I understand how one can be deeply and madly drawn to the ocean. This is a new kind of awesome respect and I am quickly falling for coconut oil and salt water.
Surfeando
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