These next posts are fillers from our trip to Baja and Northern, CA. We didn't have access to Internet, so, I'm just typing them in now! Enjoy!
This morning - the 6th day of our time on this beautiful surf beach in Baja - I awoke with a black (it's more of a pinkish/magenta hue right now) eye. Peter looked at me kind of funny this morning when I hopped down from the "upstairs" of our VW bus Blanca. He told me to take a peek at my eye in the mirror. I handled the mirror gingerly as Blanca is over 20 years old and I saw my tough looking eye. It looked kind of like makeup. Peter agreed that it looked as if I swiped under my eye with lipstick. The eye was due to a small run-in with my board during the morning session yesterday. I fell quite ungracefully from my board and the gorgeous thing clocked me just under my left eye - close to my nose. It gave me a fright more than anything and it didn't take long for me to jump right back on the board. But, it is kind of funny to have a black eye. I haven't had one since I tripped over the threshold at my parent's house in Rutland.
After we took a few photos of the tough looking eye, we were out for another early morning session on the waves. I've finally have had some amazing sessions where I have practiced enough to read the perfect sized wave for me. I find the right spot and glide into place. It is such an amazing feeling. From my surfboard, I hover briskly above the water. I can see fish scattering above the sunlight sand on the bottom. The waves here - besides the one that caused the black eye - gently carry you a long way - in a way that most people haven't experienced. I feel lucky to come here because it offers physical and metaphorical vistas that you can't achieve anywhere else. It is a very special place - even though it's in the middle of nowhere and sometimes I could really go for a latte.
Another funny effect of the black eye is that Peter is getting the "eye" from people we see here. This afternoon as I was heading in to surf, a woman stared longer than is polite and asked me what happened. I told her it was all my surfboard's fault and she said the same thing had happened to her. Then, her wiry, stooped albeit sparkly side kick offered his services if I needed protection from someone. We all chuckled and went on. When I recounted the story to Peter, he laughed remembering the guy from surfing this morning. Peter thought that if I got that guy to protect me, I might get another black eye - let's just say he wasn't really bodyguard material. Visions of Mr. Goodbody seemed more fitting - Mr. Goodbody at 70 +!
This morning - the 6th day of our time on this beautiful surf beach in Baja - I awoke with a black (it's more of a pinkish/magenta hue right now) eye. Peter looked at me kind of funny this morning when I hopped down from the "upstairs" of our VW bus Blanca. He told me to take a peek at my eye in the mirror. I handled the mirror gingerly as Blanca is over 20 years old and I saw my tough looking eye. It looked kind of like makeup. Peter agreed that it looked as if I swiped under my eye with lipstick. The eye was due to a small run-in with my board during the morning session yesterday. I fell quite ungracefully from my board and the gorgeous thing clocked me just under my left eye - close to my nose. It gave me a fright more than anything and it didn't take long for me to jump right back on the board. But, it is kind of funny to have a black eye. I haven't had one since I tripped over the threshold at my parent's house in Rutland.
After we took a few photos of the tough looking eye, we were out for another early morning session on the waves. I've finally have had some amazing sessions where I have practiced enough to read the perfect sized wave for me. I find the right spot and glide into place. It is such an amazing feeling. From my surfboard, I hover briskly above the water. I can see fish scattering above the sunlight sand on the bottom. The waves here - besides the one that caused the black eye - gently carry you a long way - in a way that most people haven't experienced. I feel lucky to come here because it offers physical and metaphorical vistas that you can't achieve anywhere else. It is a very special place - even though it's in the middle of nowhere and sometimes I could really go for a latte.
Another funny effect of the black eye is that Peter is getting the "eye" from people we see here. This afternoon as I was heading in to surf, a woman stared longer than is polite and asked me what happened. I told her it was all my surfboard's fault and she said the same thing had happened to her. Then, her wiry, stooped albeit sparkly side kick offered his services if I needed protection from someone. We all chuckled and went on. When I recounted the story to Peter, he laughed remembering the guy from surfing this morning. Peter thought that if I got that guy to protect me, I might get another black eye - let's just say he wasn't really bodyguard material. Visions of Mr. Goodbody seemed more fitting - Mr. Goodbody at 70 +!
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