flowers and surf

I'm not gonna lie this photo of my surf instructors is RIDICULOUS!

Today I graduated to a slightly smaller board and larger waves, a bit intimidating I got beat up a little. I need to practice a quicker jump up. I catch the wave freak a little due to the speed and then spend too much time calculating my balance when all I should be doing is popping up. Mostly though I was just thinking, my brother would love this! After surf and ceviche I went to the plant market and loaded the cab full, my apartment is starting to feel a bit more like home.

I've also included a photo of the Urban Cafe, it's in this round about very near my apartment. I walk there in the evenings to study spanish. I spend much of the time looking at and listening to peruvians and imagining myself one day communicating easily with them, for know I feel proud when the waiter brings me what I thought I ordered. For those Northfield readers, you'll realize little has changed since el tequila =)

Saturday flowers and surf

Miss you, Love you

Jana

For those of you with babies, keep telling them about me, I can't bare the thought of them not knowing auntie upon my return.

Liquid Shredder

I took my first surf lesson, it was awesome. The water is warmer than I expected and I got up on most of the waves I tried. Today I only surfed the smaller waves in the last rows,but felt strong and signed up for next saturday morning as well. I'm sore, my lesson was for an hour and a half, about an hour of that was spent paddling. Next week I'll take photos.

My goal is to work my way up to the waves at this beach down south called Ser Azul. Apparently you go out surfing at 6:00am and are joined by dolphins.

Me encanta correr tabla!

dreams become reality

Sitting on the ledge of the patio I feel alive inside.
Here I am, for years now I've been talking, thinking, dreaming
of a place to learn Spanish, a place to surf, it's here now
I can touch it, hear it
Looking out into the horizon I see 20 maybe 30 surfers riding
I walk down the wrong path with my friends dog and I here a man sternly say
"A donde vas con tu perro" jolted out of my thoughts and not a tune to hearing Spanish
in that split second all I make out is "your dog"
my response
"no se no es mi perro" (I don't know it's not my dog)
I keep walking, playing through in my head what he said
oh I realize, now too far down the path to respond differently,
he said "Where are you going with your dog".

And so it begins...la buena vida.

Unsteady, unsure, slow awakening,

Peace,

Jana

Link to more photos from the weekend