The past month has been crazy with lots of fun travels. It all started off in Cabo, Mexico, with the Paskowitz Surf Camp, where I taught the top CEOs, investors, and pilots for Mesa Airlines how to surf. Then I was home for two days before I was off again to the Big Apple for the etnies launch party. I love NYC! I then flew back home for a day, repacked, and jetted to Tamarindo, Costa Rica, for six days to hang with the crew from my surfboard sponsor, Robert August. Here is an excerpt from an evening in my travel journal.
APRIL 14, 2005
“Completely out of breath, dripping with sweat and dying of thirst, I finally made it.”
I finally arrived after two long flights into Tamarindo, Costa Rica. I have only been here once before, so finding the Casa de Augusto was pretty interesting. I knew the house was located at the top of the hill, and almost everyone in the town new of either Wingnut, Sam August, or the legendary Robert August himself. Unfortunately, I need to work on my Spanish because I had trouble explaining how to get to the house to the cab driver. So I had the cab driver drop me off at the North end of Tamarindo, and I started walking. It was about 95 degrees out with humidity that made me drip sweat nonstop, but the best part about it was trying to drag my carry on size luggage with wheels down the cobblestones and dusty roads. Every two steps, it tipped over.
Mary with (left to right) Wingnut, Robert August, a friend and Sam August
About 15 minutes later, I could see the house located on the hillside. I threw my heavy bag on top of my backpack and started hiking up the hill. Completely out of breath, dripping with sweat and dying of thirst, I finally made it. The house is exactly how I remembered it. There are empty beds waiting for surfers to crash on, surfboards of every shape and size stacked to the ceiling and paintings of local surf spots throughout the house. Due to my crazy schedule, I’m meeting the gang on the tail end of their trip. Most of the crew has already been here for two weeks or so for the annual Robert August Surf & Turf.
Wingnut wears short shorts
This evening, the gang decided to cook up a tasty dinner. Classic surf tales were traded back and forth throughout the meal from longtime surfers like Robert August, Wingnut, Mark Martinson and Sammy August. It was a night I’ll never forget. There I was, eating dinner and laughing my head off while listening to the most classic surf stories told by a wide variety of surfers spanning several generations. I should have had a tape recorder. Surfing has no age limit whatsoever. It’s amazing to think about—whether you are older, younger, male or female, someone always has a great story to tell that another surfer can relate to. It’s pure fun, and it makes dinners (and trips) like this one unforgettable.