Big waves and stereotypes

I’m thrown of the board as Mother Nature slaps me in the face with a wave that hits me like a speeding train. Tumbling in the water I find myself far from the surfer stereotype of a surfer striking a cool pose when riding the big wave in the sunset. Still I’m really enjoying my first attempt to surf, much due to the feeling of being very, very close to the astonishing nature that surrounds me.

When catching my breath on the beach afterwards, a feeling of great calmness takes me over.

At home life goes on, and talking about stereotypes, the French keeps on smoking, the Germans has just organized the fridge in the most efficient way possible, and I as a Swede enjoy some spare time sunbathing half naked.

The girl I’m seeing refers to me as “Loco”. Haven’t really figured out what that could mean but I sure it something very sweet. Have been very good with my studies and have finished half this term in three weeks. Although when it comes to Spanish I got a very long way to go.

Gonna finish my coffee and head to the beach…