Surfing on Christmas is becoming something of a tradition for Chris and me. As it should. At two years, we’re still a relatively new relationship navigating through both of our families’ Christmas timelines. It’s important to remember to take the time on Christmas to do something for ourselves. Last year we broke away to Surfside to try out the new paddleboard Chris bought me, and this year we snuck out to spend a bit of Christmas Surfside again before heading back in time for Christmas dinner at my mother’s house.
Honestly, it seemed more like spring than winter out there! Not that I’m complaining. Last year I only went out to catch one wave before my hands and feet went numb, but this year I stayed out for several. We had to leave earlier than we would have liked – we could have stayed there all day! At least we beat the crowd. A bunch of other surfers showed up just as we were leaving.
Call me Ishmael. Some years ago – never mind how long precisely – having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people’s hats off – then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.” – Moby Dick
We met these nice people. This girl’s dad had just given her a wetsuit for Christmas! I know that feeling of finally being able to get in the water when it’s cold 🙂
