Surfeando

Last weekend I tried to surfear (yup. That's how you say "to surf" in Spanish/in Nicaragua). You will notice there are no pictures of me actually surfing. This is for two reasons: I'm trying to live in the moment guys! You can't spend all your time making people take pictures of you, forgetting to live life. Also I never really stood up on the board... But here's a picture with someone else's board (I really didn't think to take pictures until someone else was using my board). 

Poneloya

Not me surfing

My surf instructor was a very ambitious 16 year old from Nicaragua who tried to convince me he was a 20 year old from San Diego. I mentioned before that the current is super strong here so I would walk out with the board a little ways (by walk I mean move my legs without going forward and then get knocked over or washed back 3 feet by the next wave), and then he would sort of pull me and the board to some surfable location. He'd turn the board around and give me a push when the right wave came. At best I would get into a squating position (like a toddler playing in the mud) before falling off again. So many bruises. But no blood this time. We did that routine for about an hour and I realized I needed to go join crossfit and then come back and try again. It really was fun, but I think it would really help if I had exercised at all in the last 3 months. We'll see how things go once Liz gets here :).