Puerto Rican Adventure
Finally! We spent most of Covid incubating our Puerto Rican dream - and it was FINALLY here. The three of us, Maria, Debra, and I were in PR ready to surf! Maria, a native Spanish speaker, had gone down three weeks early. She got a house for us, and, being Maria, made many friends. Her closest friend was Christina, a recent transplant from Alaska and a relatively new surfer (and good musician). Debra, Maria, and Christina are go-for-it people. It’s a combination of athletic confidence and willingness to do things even when scared. We decided to go for it and head to the beach. (Maria, dubbed “Princessa d’Agua” by Robert) The morning was sunglasses-bright and tropically warm. We walked through the trees to the beach with our rented boards and DAMN! The waves were BIG! At first glance, they seemed out of my and Debra’s range. Maria told us that the waves in PR are gentle giants. We trusted that, once we got out, they would seem friendlier. We were there to surf, so we went fo