Our daily lives our filled with decisions. Milk or sugar? Skirt, dress or pants? Happy hour or yoga? Sometimes we know what the outcome will be of a decision; yes, I will take my coffee with just cream. But then there are decisions that lead to outcomes that we never could fathom.
Two years ago today, forgoing visiting a friend in Spain, I hopped on a plane to Costa Rica to help scratch the surfing itch that had taken hold of me four months prior. My trip was great. It rained, no poured, the whole week. I wiped out over and over and OVER again. I even got a head cold. But somehow Costa Rica put a magic spell on me. So much so that I returned just three short months later with friends that I had met during my first trip. Then I met Robert August. One decision, and the rest is, you know, history…
As my mother would say, surfing ruined my life. So much so that the pictures below are proof.