Goleta Surfing took a little airplane ride to visit beautiful Spain to sightsee
and visit friends and family.
Saw lots of crazy stuff, stuff you don’t ever see in the States….
Except maybe at Disneyland.
These folks love their fresh bread…
And their not so fresh meat.
Literally, unrefrigerated hog legs hanging everywhere!
We knew we’d see lots of fancy architecture and streets older than anything we’ve ever seen.
But we were a little surprised by something in a little town called San Sebastian….
Surf.
The water was a pleasant 70 degrees and crystal clear.
Clear enough to get some cool jellyfish pictures!
The first day we were there, the waves were tiny.
But the weather was so nice, and the water so inviting,
we had to put our selfie stick down for a minute, and rent a surfboard.
And as luck would have it, the next morning it was pumping at Zurriola Beach.
Turns out, a lot of Spaniards surf.
Also turns out, San Sebastian is a tourist surf destination.
So there was a multitude of people speaking a wide variety of languages in the water.
Also turns out, San Sebastian has a lot of surf schools….
So, bottom line, lots of heads in the water.
Luckily, the bay is pretty good sized, so there’s room for lots of people to spread out.
The day brought some good sized sets, but for the most part they were fast, hairy close outs.
But it was fun just to be out there, on a beautiful morning, with an incredible view to absorb.
The warm morning sun, the whomp of the sizeable closeouts, and the cool sprayback from the stiff
offshore breeze, all made for one of the highlights of the whole trip…
A few waves held open for a bit, but most were kamikaze missions.
Every now and again, a local veterano would score a nice drop on a manageable shoulder.
All in all, kind of a surreal situation for a Goleta boy to find himself in.
Until next time, San Sebastian.
