Few surf shots & a few words

 

Here are a few pictures from last weeks' surf. . . The bottom picture is a local kid that is stoked I got this picture.. I took Kenzie for a surf lesson at La Punta (just a few blocks from home) and brought out flippers and my water housing. La Punta is an over-crowded slowbreaking left pointbreak.  It breaks right in front of rocks for the first hundred yards, then peels along the beach for the last hundred.

Notice the flag in the water shot of me.  It's a huge Mexican flag that flies proudly from their military base up the hill.  It reminds me of the giant flag that directs surfers back home in Westport, from the museum.  Hope you've all had a great week and are enjoying my short post ;) , sorry about the last short story. I didn't intend to write so much and say so little.  Just know that I could have easily written another for the following few days of surf- one that's titled, '' and Back to Being a Zero'' , or at least Average Joe.  Hurricane Raymond continued to send us pumping, messy waves with lots of wind and not many people surfing.  Every time I surf when it's 10ft or more I am filled with fear during the paddle-out.  I do have the alternative to surf La Punta, which is always half to quarter the size of Zicatela, but that's not the beach break that called me down here.

Mackenzie's birthday and Day of the Dead are coming up, so we're excited to experience the cultural holiday and eat a big fancy dinner for like twenty bucks.  November brings the end of the major swell season as well, so from here on we'll be lucky for any waves that come our way. I'm hoping I'll have more energy to practice speaking Spanish, and to listen as well..  For the first time in my life I told someone that I speak more Spanish than I understand. That was the truth.  To understand their slang on the coast is like having someone learn English in the States, but then have them travel Ireland, or the Deep South.

Peace and Hair Grease!

Nico