First day of class

Mondays are my day off. Today I lugged my longboard down the stairs again, this time early in the morning and took a taxi to my friend Otavio's house. I spent the morning with him and my stick, on the beach. We started out jogging and then did some exercises to warm up. Then I spent the rest of the time paddling out and paddling back in calm water. Each time I went a little further, but he wanted to start me off completely on the basics (and from the last time I attempted to surf, that was probably a very good idea.)

So, I got a little tired and then we worked a little on popping up on a board drawn in the sand.

After the beach, we went back to his house for lunch and to relax. I was there for a few hours, but then had to get home. Mostly I just layed in a hammock and tried to talk to him about the day in Portuguese. I am still learning. So, he helped me with two new things to me right now, a new language and a new sport.

Then we walked to the bus stop together. He let me keep my board at his house, so I don't have to carry it up stairs and try to catch a taxi with a rack on it everytime I want to go over there to surf.

note: postdated. Actual publish date 25 April 2006.