24/09/2004
Se venden velas, todas

I started windsurfing at thirtysomething because it was time i started doing what I had been dreaming about till then.
The euphory got to me quick and four years later I ended up living in a van on a spot reknown for its -rather awfull- windsurfing conditions.
Windsurfing will never be the best way to become old without ruining your spine, but If you happen to live near a beach with frequent wind, waves and nices temperatures, you sure would get a lot in return for a rotten back.
The thing is, Tarifa is a mythical place, but if it has been a decent spot for anything the last years, then one for kiting.
The other thing is, I am not a windsurfer, never liked them much, never liked talking hours about material and moves; I just liked the windsurfing. So I am not willing to move to the end of civilisation -Pozo to name one- for those perfect conditions.
Walking out of the shop where I set my sails for sail, I felt as light as I have ever felt on the water.

And the van has so much room now, scary.