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Wind surfing is my favorite sport for a long time. It is just simply because I never have chance to try it. I want to learn it so bad. Some how it never worked out because all different kinds of reasons, until we went to Cancun. I was so exited to find out that I could learn the wind surfing in hotel's marina, and the best of it - it is free. It was the first thing I did after checking into and filling my stomach with food and drink. I put on my wetsuits and literately ran to the marina. I was so exited for the moment to come - I could do wind surfing now. I was so surprised there were only two us interested in learning the wind surfing, out of hundreds guests who checked in the hotel. 'There is not much wind. It is the prefect time for learning wind surfing', the instructor said. His demon seemed so easy and effortless. The surfboard slid across the calm lagoon and went all directions he want it to go. It looked so easy, until I tried it. I spent much more time in the water than stood on the surfboard. It sucked out all my energy, gave me a black toe and few bubbles on both of my hands in just two hours. I was towed back to shore by a machine boat. I got my lunch and took a good nap. I am not a person easy to give up a fight. Trying hard to squeeze myself into the wet wetsuits, I came back to marina.There was some good wind in the afternoon. My surfboard slid toward the middle of few-mile wide lagoon. I turned my board around and came back to shore. Janet told me she woke up alone and knew she would find me here. She was so worried that she was about to ask the instructor tow me back again right before I turned back to shore. "Honey", I popped up my chest and asked, "Am I doing good or what?"The few dollar tips does pay off, and the tips from the instructor got me going. There was stronger wind on the third afternoon. I was flying across the lagoon, breaking up some small waves. The good feeling I had will never be forgotten for the rest of my life. Well, probably not. It is just another part of good memory. |