Surfaholic girl
When we returned to beach we’ve been the day before, we first stopped at the parking lot to take a longer view of the sea. It was still very windy, obviously cold, and she happy. Two other friends from the hostel came along, as we headed down to the beach.
The longboard was heavy and I had troubles to hold it in the strong winds. She helped me to bring it down safely to the beach, and I wished her good luck. It took her several minutes to reach the water, picking up the longboard various times from the ground – the wind was to strong for her. The other two splitted as we did: one stayed at the beach, the other followed my girl with a bodyboard.
After a few minutes I realized I would have been better off in the water because of the sand the was blown into my eyes. The beach didn’t offer any protection – no trees, no dunes, nothing except a life guard spot. I climbed up and stayed behind a wall, enough to see her swimming and riding the waves.
She learned her lesson too. Yesterday evening she told me before she felt asleep, she has tasted a lot of the salty water. She later tried the smaller ones, and managed a few rides. That last words produced a smile, and she closed her tired eyes. Next morning, before she woke up, I saw her lips, and her smile. She must have dreamed of that the whole night, I thought.
The wind was cold and I hoped she would be back in some minutes. But I was ignorant that she was a surfaholic girl. In the wetsuit she didn’t feel the coldness, and not before she had some decent rides she would be back with me.
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