my new existence

I am starting to get used to waking up and walking out to a view of the Pacific. The dark sand is not yet hot to the touch and the ocean is a muted grey blue as it slowly rolls to shore. By mid-day, the sun causes a brilliant effect upon the sea, as though diamonds have been strewn atop to sparkle for all to see. Scattered among tables and hammocks, are new friends who share more than meals and a place to stay; we are sharing these moments of our lives in Nicaragua. I have been welcomed by an already formed crew of about 10 who have been inhabiting the premises for weeks, months and years. The “staff” includes owners, surf instructors, cooks, maintenance, all of whom have set responsibilities but share many overlapping duties day in and day out. I suppose I am one of 3 guests, joining a couple who currently live in the UK but have found themselves all over the world due to his job in the British military. This vacation is their first in Nicaragua, and has thus far fulfilled their desire for a new destination WITH surfing opportunities. Hearing about Nicaragua and this surf camp from the cousin of one of the owners, this couple decided to take a chance on a country of which they had heard very little prior to the recommendation.

The days are slow and revolve around surfing, ah it is a surf camp so this should surprise no one. As the only beginner on site, I find myself as the constant observer and sometimes student. With an incredibly patient surf instructor who has the manner of guru versus a teacher, I found myself standing on a surf board time and time again. Granted, I only had the time to realize I was standing and soon enough was back in the water next to the board rather than on it! Still, it was more than I expected and while standing seemed a feat in and of itself, my comfort with the process of learning something new, something as exciting and seemingly dangerous as surfing, has stayed with me for days.

This morning included a session of basics on the board. No standing or riding waves. Today was a lesson in balance on the board whether seated or laying, paddling, turning, and just sitting and watching the water. It was just what I needed as the excitement of my first lesson had dissipated and in its place was nervous energy. This morning’s lesson is best compared to a session with a coach or trainer who walks you through each step, watches you master each step, and then has you repeat in varied sequences until you show a level of mastery which is sufficient for the day. I was promised a similar regimen tomorrow morning before our departure to Managua for the weekend.