It actually happened yesterday, I walked to the beach to check out the surf, and the place looked unrecognizable. 15 knots blowing side on with shoulder to head high waves. My gut reaction was "F*ck!! stupid wind!".

What!?.. wait a second!.. only a month ago, upon the same sight, my heart would have jumped with glee. I'd have run to grab my wave board and rigged a 5.0. Instead, I walked back to the hammock to take a nap until the wind died and the surf cleaned up.

So, I thought.. sh*t, I really am a surfer now. LOL!

I am being a bit melodramatic, as usual though. Of course I am a windsurfer. You don't invest 5 years of your life, half your net worth in gear and travel, and countless personal sacrifices to train on something and then just throw it away!. I still dream of nailing the Flaka and beyond. In windsurfing, for me, freestyle is where its at.

In fact, I have started the mental process of hashing up a plan for my next windsurfing stint, sometime later this year. But now with another addiction to feed, as well as other trips to non ocean sports friendly destinations fueled by personal reasons, it sure is getting harder to fit in a 100% windsurfing lifestyle as I was so lucky to do in the past. Time and money are finite unfortunately.

Today was an awesome day. Dawn patrol surf session. Chill all day, sunset surf sesh, a bit chopped up but got a couple of backside rides, which given how crowded it was, was more than I could ask for. Back in the hostel, good vibes and the energy flowing freely all around.

Yup, it was a damn good day.