yes, I’m back home. no, I don’t like to be.
morocco was dirty, smelly, messy, scary and sometimes rainy. but in moments also sunny, funny, lovely, sexy, earthy and hearty. I miss you…
do you know the feeling of always wanting more? more hours of that beach party. more pages of that fabulous book. more days of summer. more waves per session. more of that skin…
this is way too personal now, but I don’t want to agonize over it at the moment. exactly one year ago my grandpa died. I do not consider myself religious but I’m sometimes “talking” to him and asking him why he cannot take better care of me from where he is now.
but I guess he took enough care of me. he left some money for me on this earth and I started thinking about what to do with it. then the idea of my surf trip rose and this must be the path he paved for me.
thank you for making this possible! and I’m looking forward to experiencing what you arranged for me on my adventurous journey from wave to wave…
I just watched “soul surfer” for the very first time and I have to admit that it’s not the best movie I’ve ever seen in my whole life, but it left me with a positive and optimistic feeling. so, if you’re somewhat down these days, give it a try. and let’s hope that it’s true: something good is gonna come out of everything that happens to us…
mencos honey, you are the best longboarder I’ve ever seen in my whole life and I keep my fingers crossed that the rest of the world will hopefully notice! hati-hati, dear…