surfs up

the other day i arrived at the beach with two sweaters on and mittens. and today i found myself in the mountains with salty jeans and sand between my toes. i guess thats how it works when you travel in a small country, you change climates faster than you can change your clothes.


after the whales in puerto lopez, i went south one hour to the surf hippie town of montañita. i loved it there. i got there just in time for a surf competition. i made friends with the locals. well, not locals, im not sure what you would call them. they're travelers that got stuck and never left. some of them work, some of them dont. some of them sell jewelery. some of them have drum circles and dance with fire. i really liked it there. i stayed in a hostel right on the beach the dorms were in the attic. it was open air and you could feel the ocean breeze while you slept. it was one of those places where i felt like i was there a week, even though it was only one night. there were people there that lived something like i would like to. although i do not aspire to be like them, but i think that i can learn from them. perhaps it is best that i did not stay longer, or maybe i would´ve gotten stuck as well.