Visiting Ellen Zoe

Everyone in Tamarindo knows Ellen Zoe Golden. She was one of the first people to catch my attention when at a rodeo, in Playa Negra 1996. She has a lot of beautiful tattoos and back then they weren’t as common. The same as the young man on a motorcycle that had dreads. I looked around me and thought I need to be here, with these people. I did dread my hair and I do have a few tatts. But not like Ellen.

She came here from Miami as a journalist and worked for the Howler, writing the surfing column. She actually wrote a Christmas issue about me. She told me I was the best woman surfer she had ever seen other than Andre Diaz. You know that was a long time ago.

We’ve always been friends. Life saving friends. I was so depressed one New Year’s Eve. We stood and watched tow ins – in to twenty foot waves, at Pico Alto. She told me positive words and the exterior soaked into the interior. I survived another day. The surfers did pretty good too.

I am going to San Jose to visit her and take her some items. It’s hard to believe she has cancer. She is positive. She is looking to be healed. I know I want to see her.

There’s no one like her.

Stubborn, smart, she surfs. She has been able to survive down here all of these years.

She also is a publicist, Billy Idol being one of her clients. And Gene Simmons. I always thought that was cool.

She went to school for journalism. Something I thought about, when I was young. Then forgot about.

I have been growing Ellen Zoe as a good friend for a long time.

She has NEVER been anything but good to me.

I hate cancer. I could say a lot more on that subject, but won’t.

So for five hours, I will drive into the city. Kiss her cheek with my mask on and turn around and come home.

I love Ellen Zoe. As well as many other people do. Let’s all have positive thoughts.

Vamos a ver.

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