“I wanna try surfing,” my wife suddenly blurted out a few years ago. Never having showed me any interest in any kind of extreme outdoor activity (except for 4-wheeling, but that’s a team effort between man and machine; AND she’s my spotter when the going gets rough) I was taken by surprise and didn’t think much of it.
“Too much effort just to do it,” I said. I was comparing it to mountain biking which I am also very fond of.
I will eat my negativity shown above in a couple of years, which happened last year, 2012.
For the holidays that year we decided to check out the Surf & Music Festival at La Union. We planned on lounging around at the beach, enjoy the music, and if there’s an opportunity then we can try to learn how to surf — at the time it wasn’t a priority.
That’s when the hooks were put in place… after having tasted the joy of the sport.
With my skateboarding (trick board!) background I instantly fell in love with surfing.
My wife enjoyed it as much as I did and set her mind to working on getting better and more comfortable with paddling, popping up, and riding bigger waves. I share this mindset.
Naturally, we can’t be surfing at the same time and leave the kids alone at the beach. Our solution? Get them to surf so we can all be in the water and riding the waves together.
So now our Barakos are also surfing.
Barako Surf! 