Posts Tagged ‘surf’
Favorite Foto Friday
I was cleaning up my inbox of emails yesterday when I came across this email from my uncle John just after new years that had a couple of awesome photos attached. I’m not sure where this was taken or when. He’s a pretty incredible surfer.
Growing up we didn’t get to see my uncle very much as he lived, still lives, in Oregon, but when we did we loved hearing about his life. It was so different from anything we knew. His adventures traveling the globe looking for big waves and just enjoying his life were inspirational to me in so many ways. Really looking forward to seeing him next month!!! Love ya, uncle John!
Favorite Foto Friday
Today’s photo is of a surf competition in Camps Bay, Cape Town that I stumbled down the hill upon on my third day in South Africa. Tough to see why I quickly fell in love with the country isn’t it? The beauty of the landscape, of the people and of the general atmosphere that breeds respect and love for life left a permanent stain on my heart that keeps me constantly remembering what life is all about.
I remember when I decided to go to South Africa it was a go-after-your-dreams moment. I always wanted to go to Africa to write and had heard great things about South Africa. So, I researched this Projects Abroad program a friend of a friend had been on and suggested to me. It looked like a good program and I would get to knock off a HUGE bucket-list item- to live in Africa and write.
This morning, while ever so coolly listening to some Frank Sinatra, as I do from time to time when my heart starts to ache for adventure, I started perusing my photos from my travels. I hold my travel to South Africa very near and dear to my heart as it was at a time when I didn’t even necessarily want to leave the life I was leading. I was splitting my time in Boston and Portland, working in Boston and living with my best friends in Portland. I was a waitress and dating the guy I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Turns out this was exactly the time I needed to leave.
Even though this was a dream of mine, I remember having feelings of resistance. Of not wanting to get on the plane. Maybe it was because I knew that South Africa would be the start to a year long awakening. Where my entire life would change and I would realize that I needed to get back on track to the life I was meant to lead, one filled with adventure and writing.
Today, I feel as though I’m on that track again, but it’s time for the next big move. I’m longing for that euphoric feeling of unknown, of adventure, of raw life. The feelings that were present as I took this photo then walked down that hill into Camps Bay to find the friends I’d known for all of three days.
