Clarification

So apparently there is a minor buzz about me being "head-over-heels in love." The situation is that I am in love, but I suppose it's not in the traditional sense. This slight confusion may be due to me, a foreigner, writing in English.

Or perhaps this is due to a foreigner reading a blog written in English by a foreigner, who knows.

So to clarify, I am completely head-over-heels in love with surfing. Going to the beach and getting beat up by a hard board that's about 10 feet in length is my idea of having an amazingly fun time. I am not that much of a fan of being pummeled by the ocean, I am not really loving salt water up my nose, twisted ankles, or bruises on my knees/hips/elbows. But riding a wave for the five seconds is worth it all. I guess that's what women in violent relationships say. Great. Not to mention that my mother called this a sport for men.

But, just for my mother, below I have several examples of women surfing. One of the best surfers on the beach where I attempt to surf is a woman. She's really good, every time I turn, she catches a wave. Most others, predominantly men, just float about.