The few days since our last post have been quite a treat! We have had incredibly good fortune, and got to participate in several exemplary outings including a great snorkel trip, we sailed around the islands on a catamaran, we hiked in Bastamentos, learned how to conjugate reflexive verbs in Spanish, ate homemade truffles made with organic chocolate from our new friend’s farm, and went to a super cheap seafood restaurant on the next island which is run by an expat chef from NY. All that is fine and good, yet:
None of that holds a candle to THE MANX and THE LONE STAR.
Once upon a time, when I lived in SF, I hung out with some phenomenally great dudes who extended their boards to me in friendship and surferhood. These guys have big hearts and great senses of humor, and most importantly, they have loads of extra gear. Girls from
Under their somewhat reckless tutelage, I learned to surf and fell totally in love with the waves, the changing nature of the sea, our ability to float on the ocean perched on a big piece of Styrofoam covered in fiberglass, and the juicy sense of calm and focus we learn while sitting on a surfboard waiting for the next set. I fell in love with surfing.
Fast forward to 10 years later. . . I have been living in
Now we are in
We rented boards a time or two, and paid a real sweetheart local surfer named Miguel to be our surf instructor. After we got the basics from somebody who knows what they are doing, and we got the beta on where the beginner spots are and how to get there, we were ready to roll! Picture this- we are on vacation for another month. We both love surfing. We both love surfing with each other. We are in a great little surf town. Perfect!
Oh, but wait. The downer is that surfboards are $15 per day, per person to rent. Do the math, it adds up. ALSO- new boards cost no less than $250, and it costs $150 to take them on a plane. We don’t want to buy new boards here, we don’t want to pay to keep renting, and all the used boards we found are too short for beginners.
BUT, Being the scrappy folks we are, we find solutions. We make shit happen. We work it on out! We hit it and quit, just like James Brown! BOOM! Bring it!! Done!
We asked our buddy Ixa, who runs our favorite bike rental shop here in town, and has the inside scoop on all things, where we should look. Her reply? “How about you look at these I have sitting in my backyard? They’re nothing special, but they might work for you.”
$40 later, we were the proud owner of two of the ugliest boards in
There were some dings and some holes, but remember our dude Miguel? We took our new treasures to him not only so he and the other boys hanging out at the shop could laugh heartily at our new acquisition, but so the boards could get fixed. $50, one six-pack, and 2 days later, the holes and most of the dings were patched and sanded, and we were one step closer to awesomeness.
I’ve always wanted my last name in Low-Rider font in the back window of my efficient little hatch-back
Being Texans in a foreign land, and given that red and blue spray-paint are easy to find, the other board became the Lone Star Board.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you The Manx and the Lone Star.
Now, we are surfing our very own boards. The Manx is nimble and quick, the Lone Star is super floaty and forgiving. We have the most stylie boards in town, don’t have to pay for rentals, had a super fun paint and repair project for a few days, surf every single day on our own boards, and are wildly happy about the whole thing.
The Manx and The Lonestar: Priceless.
In this picture, in front, with the really boring rental board, is our new good buddy, Kirstie, who is the best adventure pal we could ask for. Yay!