I met up with Ryan, a friend from San Diego whom I did a surf trip with to Bali last year. While Ryan and I were surfing last year in Bali with our friend Jeff, we ended up spending the whole time with fellow surfer, Robert and became friends. Rob came by San Diego and surfed with us for about a week earlier this year so now Ryan and I went to Robert's home to hit up his waves. We stayed with Robert and his girlfriend, Mara, for the entire 2 weeks we were there. As you all know, it takes a lot to put up with me for more than 6 hours... never-mind giving me a bed to sleep in, cooking me food, driving to best surf breaks, introducing me to your friends and family, taking me to your favorite restaurants and letting me borrow a surfboard (I put 2 holes in the bottom of it, broke a leash, ripped the grip pad off, and broke a fin.... sorry Rob!).
They also had to put up with me and Ryan and Waldo being super tourists everywhere we went, translate my every need, Ryan constantly needing to “plantar un pino”, and both of us gawking at all the beautiful women in the town; I swear one would walk by about every 45 seconds and we would start elbowing each other to make sure the other saw her. Anyways... THANK YOU Robert and Mara for putting up with us for so long and making us feel so welcome.
The surf... oh the surf! We scored. Its hard to plan a surf trip and expect waves. We got them every day. By far the best surf of the year... so far, and a few of the best waves of my life... so far. The country side consists of rolling green hills, small coastal towns, and a coastline with tons of nooks and crannies that allow to pick a good spot based on swell and wind directions. The water was as clear as Lake Tahoe (and about as cold) and we NEVER had a crowd that was more than a handful of people. Most the time it was just us three surfing. Check out the pics for some wave pics and country side pics with some captions to explain them. Sorry to those of you that expect GoPro pics... those will have to wait for Indo.
Not only did we score surf-wise, all the other “tourist” things we did were amazing. We went to the Tower of Hercules in La Coruna, an ancient lighthouse dating back to Roman occupation. We visited the capital of Galicia, Santiago de Compostela, and it famous cathedral. We LOVED the local seafood, spanish tortillas, cafes, various tapas and all the restaurants and home food we ate. Even the kangaroo tapas and festival local-made Vermouth. La Coruna and my friends were fantastic and not easy to say good-bye to. I've made my first deviation from my original “travel path” and I'm in the airport right now waiting to get to Cairo, Egypt; so that Waldo and I can see the great pyramids! More on that when I get a chance again to sit down and type it all up.
My trip to Spain and the town of La Coruna started a little rough. That delayed flight out of New York made me just miss a flight I had out of Madrid to La Coruna. I ended up having to eat the cost of my old ticket (about 50 bucks) and I had to buy a new ticket (about 150 bucks). I also spent about 12 hours just sitting in airports waiting for flights. I was able to contact the people I was staying with and eventually ended up in La Coruna over 8 hours later than I planed. That little mishap must have soaked up all the bad vibes because the rest of the trip was unbelievably amazing.