Apropos

The suggested thought for the day, is ‘waiting’. That’s rather apopopos, as I have been waiting to start this blog for about six months. There’s no time like the present, so here I am, Mama Cheri.

I am sitting in my small house in Costa Rica, waiting on our car to be fixed. The swell is here and there have been waves, all day long. Off shore winds are blowing and I am

 missing it.

Oh well.

One of the reasons why I decided to move here; Guanacaste, CR, was to be where there are consistent waves. I am from North East Florida and my whole life was about waiting on waves. First when I was a kid and lived on the west side of town, as far away from the beach as you could get. My family spent our summers at the beach and I had to wait through the winters. Then I had the awful years of when I thought I was suppose to be doing something else and it was like “Waiting on Godot”. Everything was an event that was never going to happen, an endless stretch of meaningless years. Then I turned forty and came to my senses.

I thought to myself, what am I doing?  The only time I’m really happy is when I’m surfing! That thought sparked the years of surfing like a kid again. And waiting on Costa Rica vacations. I would surf every day I could, preparing for the ten or twelve days of hard core CR surfing. It just wasn’t enough. I wanted to live where I didn’t feel desperate, for a wave. That led to ultimate move and the ongoing saga of catching waves at my homebreak, Playa Avellanas.

I’ve been surfing there now for fifteen years. I’ve never regretted the leap of faith involved in placing myself, on one of the most beautiful beaches, in the world. My wait for waves is soothed by the fact that they keep rolling in. I might miss it today. But there will be plenty more.

My goal in life is to surf as long as I’m able.

I dream of the next wave.

I wait the inevitable~ one wave at a time.