VOYAGE VOYAGE
I heard a hissing sound when I was about to head out, I stopped and looked to find a screw busted the rear left tire. Putain! That's a problem we'll care about later.
After 20 hours of driving, we couldn't care less to shake the rust off and hack into some waves. It has been about 10 months since we last ducked into the ocean and the spirits were high. Fantasizing about the first turn kept us awake while spearing through the French inland. A voyage with a promise of scoring.
Bonjour or Hóla
Exorbitant weather forecasts and swell were on the way. We had carved some pretty promising lines and it felt easy like bicycling. The tire was an easy fix for Patrick, as mechanic's son - having spent most free time in the garage. Les Landes was maxed out so we headed southwest towards Cantabria.
Hóla Patricio! Hóla Titi!
Across the border through the Basque country towards a hideout we aimed. Neither one of us had been surfing this bay before but when we arrived, we knew this was the right place. As our Belgian neighbor phrased - `ah! I lose a lot, a lot! oh! but when I win...' Seemed like we won, at least for a while. We parked our van next to familiar faces of the French haute du surf and went in for a rumble. It should go on like this for days and it did, but in the midst of the swell - bonjour tristesse.
Lockdown, one last paddle out, a long hard look beyond the dunes and one heavy hearted drive back. Someday soon we'll feel like free spirits again.
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