Having grown up in Colorado, itÂ´s safe to say IÂ´m not much of a surfer girl. But itÂ´s fun to dream right? I am now in beautiful (understatement) Santa Teresa, Costa Rica, thouroughly enjoying the Pacific. Yesterday, we rented a surfboard to try our hand at this precarious water sport. Just like snowboarding, but on water right? Wrong. So wrong. I had surfed once before, in Hawaii, but we hadnÂ´t really started off on Â¨baby wavesÂ¨ there. Here, we did. Still, attempting to stand on water did not come easily. I got up on a few small waves and rode them up to the beach. That felt pretty cool, although IÂ´m sure I didnÂ´t look super cool…or anything close to.
If anything, paying ten dollars to rent a surfboard was paying ten dollars for good entertainment. My boyfriend and I got some good laughing in just watching each other. We were so uncoordinated, so determined, and so very bad at surfing! I am banged up today, as is inevitable when I am attempting any new sport or activity. My boyfriend, Alex, asked me yesterday if I was sore like muscle sore or sore like I got hit with a bag of oranges. A bag of oranges, definitely, I told him.