Session ???? - Vacation Recap

WAY behind on the session posts. Once I hit that 150 mark just kind of lost the motivation to keep track. 

There's been quite a few. 

PR was an awesome trip. The surf gods smiled upon me, and granted me solid, fun swell the duration of our surfing portion of the vacation...went flat the day we left and headed for the rainforest, with not much on the forecast horizon either. Good timing -- the deserted rainforest waterfalls and empty carribean style white sand beaches were calling -- but, as always, it's certainly a heck of a lot easier to leave behind a little piece of surf paradise when you don't have to look at perfect waves peeling in your rear view mirror.  

Not gonna delve into every individual session detail, but, I got some great surf. Thinking back to it now -- wow -- great trip. Livin' the LIFE. We stayed the first two nights in a real nice guest house, I'd recommend it, but it was sort of perched in the middle of the hill -- a bit of a walk down the hill to some beach breaks, and a real quick drive to the better, more protected reef breaks around the corner. It worked, but, when you're as surf-spoiled as I am, you don't want to have to drive to surf. 

So, we cruised down to the beach and scoped out our options beachfront. And, whatta ya know, a few phone calls later we were unpacking our bags in just about the most incredible, epic, surf house/mansion/villa/just plain ridonkulous living arrangement imaginable...this pristine, private, secluded 6 bedroom or so house, with pool, hot tub, hammocks, manicured grounds, outdoor showers...everything...right in front of an epic surf spot, right on the beach. Casa por Fin Dogmans, look it up. It normally gets rented out as a whole villa, but luckily for us a group of ladies from Texas/Wisconsin/somewhere cold were renting out 5 of the 6 rooms, leaving us with a supersweet little side studio unit. Everything we could ever need: Awesome little pad, kitchen, nice comfy bed, internet, and satellite TV -- EVEN WITH THE NBA DIRECT TICKET. Yes, can you believe that -- I had NBA Direct Ticket and a warm, rippable perfect head high wave 50 feet outside my front door. Can life get any better? 

(Oh yeah, it can...the Texas/Wisconsin/somewhere cold ladies were paying the taxes and cleaning fees...meaning our little studio was even more of a steal of a deal than the discounted rate we already negotiated. SCORE.)

So, anyways, we spent I think 5 days and 5 nights there. I surfed at least twice a day. Wake up, throw on boardies, walk out the door. Rinse, Rest, Repeat. 

Tough life.