After two years, I was beached. My motor was rusted and my hull was dark. I had gone beyond my limit.
Now mind you, I had surfed and surfed and surfed.
There’s a silver lining to every cloud. The downside of being here, experiencing what is called “the learning curve”; like somehow calling it that, makes everything OK: I chalk up as part of the adventure.
We’re not called “gringos” for nothing.
They say what doesn’t kill you will make you stronger.