Time for surfing

I can name the recent Sunday project with crew of Spain Internship "catch the white water". There was a surfing class in splendid place nearby Seville - Cadiz.

Considering that I train capoeira and snowboarding, there was a confidence the surf board will be given in to me from the first. Especially, after our charismatic trainer explained everything very intelligibly. The main thing was to remember a magic word: paddle (lying on a board and imitate rowing).

Then we smoothly got over on the coast and tested the boards on the sand. Something like scrabbling. Feeling as a surfing queen (I always have rich imagination) in a cool swimming costume with a heavy board under the arm, I was ready to fight against the waves. However...

Huge waves, gigantic board, sea salt in my mouth and this intolerable string attaching foot to a board pushed me off from a surfing throne immediately. Long ago I wasn't so angry with nature, sea, weak knees, but especially the scream paddle freaked me out! Every time predictably the brought-down by wave, I heard only this from our coach's mouth. Nevertheless, I could manage to stand on the soft board for couple seconds feeling like a bird (of course it was a miserable illusion, haha).

But despite of the sharp pain in hands and shoulders the next two days, the impossibility to get rid of sand in my hair, eye cutting pain from sea salt, surfing is an unbelievable invention! Only want to quote the coach Willi's sacramental phrase: "the main thing in surfing - to catch white water! "

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