Everything good must come to an end.

Hey everyone!

Sadly my Puerto Rico excursion has come to an end.  My good friend Maria and her boyfriend Josie picked me up from Rincon and we all went back to Aguadilla.  There were some crazy characters staying at Josie’s house, like Dylan (Josie’s brother) as well as Eric and Evan Geiselman.  We all hung out and watched to footage of them shreding at Wishing Wells and The Mix.  Eric busted a huge air but didn’t quite make the landing, sending him to the reef and resulting in a ghetto-fabulous duct tape band aide.  After slugging down more than a few heineken’s my friend Alejandro Moreda decided he needed a hair cut, and that I was the perfect candidate for the job.  Let me say I tried my best, but boy do I wish I had a picture of the end result.  Don’t worry Ale, it will grow back soon!

My plane left the next day at 3’o clock.  The boys went off the find the biggest surf they could, while Maria and I headed to the bakery for one last time.  After our delicious but not so nutritious breakfast we headed for the beach.  First we checked Surfer’s Beach.  It was fairly good sized and clean, but the paddle out looked dreadful because it was like a never ending set.  We then went to Wilderness where we found really fun, clean surf.  We waited for the right time, jumped on our boards and paddled out through the channel.

The locals were sitting far up the point and catching the set waves.  Maria didn’t hesitate to get some too.  Here she is killing it-

I opted to stay more in front of the parking lot, and even found a few lefts.

After surfing for a few hours, we went in and some fried egg sandwiches for lunch.  it was already 12:30, but we were aching for one more surf before I left.  We headed back to Surfer’s where it had already began to drop since earlier that morning.  There were a lot of people out and catching waves was hard.  Our friend and puerto rican local Lisie got a sick barrel on one of her waves that had the beach cheering  Before we knew it, it was already 1:30 and I still had to pack and get to the airport in time to check in and go through security.

We rushed home to get my suitcase and pack my board bag.  With my hair soaking wet and my feet sandy, I threw on some dry clothes and we sped to the Aguadilla airport.  Thankfully, it was 3 King’s Day, and national holiday for Puerto Rico and the lines at the airport were not bad.  I checked in, grabbed one last orange Fanta out of the vending machine and got in line because my plane was already boarding.  Just as I got to the front of the line I saw 4 guys I knew from Daytona Beach come rushing into the airport like a cyclone.  They had been surfing at Surfer’s Beach the same time as us and were wet and sandy as well which I found pretty funny.  We boarded our JetBlue plane as I said farewell to Puerto Rico one last time.  It was then I felt a deep sadness as I realized how much I really loved this place, and I can’t wait to go back.