Surfing Safari

I am officially a surfer babe....and by surfer babe I mean that I had a surfing lesson and now have bruises all over my body. I now understand why it is a sport dominated by men because it took so much upper body strength. Not to mention we had to lug the boards from the shop to the car from the car to the beach and over these rocks, get my squaty body into a wet suit, paddle out to the wave, paddle away from the wave and push myself up-by the end of that drama I was, as the Brits say, knackered. Our instruction consisted on this guy saying »Stay away from the rocks...donºt hit your head on the board....this sport is really dangerous...have fun out there»»

I might be an excellent surfer if I were to have a caddy.

The beach was located near Sagres...a city which is accompanied by a wonderful beer named Sagres which I suggest in you ever have the oppertunity you try. It was also semi nude which I have come to learn in always a loaded term like an all you can eat buffet...which sounds like a dynomite deal but more often than not only has the food you do not want to eat.

And I saw the oldest man naked that I have ever seen.

My
Eyes
Are
Scorned.

There are no words. Well there are words but they are not nice. And I think I just got post traumatic stress disorder writing that statement. Hopefully the next time I will have to see a naked man that old will be when I am REALLY old as well and so blind that I wonºt know the difference between him and saw a lumpy sack of potatoes. The future is so bright I need sunglasses.