Surfing on Hermosa Beach, Nicaragua

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 near San Juan del Sur that I actually spent attempting to surf…)


Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Surfing at Playa Hermosa in Nicaragua

Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

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