Surfing naked (Playa Hermosa, Nicaragua)
I’ve determined two things about my desire to be a surfer:
1. I need to take more lessons.
2. I need a bathing suit that isn’t broken.
Because I can’t stand up on a board. No matter how hard I try. And because the straps broke off my bathing suit back in Caye Caulker and the waves in Hermosa were so strong that my top ended up around my waist. (No worries, I put on a tank top…but I’m still sure I was flashing everyone the entire time. And by “the entire time” I mean the 15 minutes of our day at the beach that I actually spent attempting to surf…)