Its always exciting to go back to the place you grew up at. See your family and old friends. Surf the same old spots you made your first turns at. Smell the rocks and sand that you know every mm of.
So after being for almost two months in the place i grew up, enjoying every moment of it, i started to miss my new home again.
The one who also have its own smell of rocks, sand and a lot of fish smell as well.
The cold water at the new home didn’t play an issue longer. It was all about the need of being home. My new home. The place where i feel belong. The place where i have my comfort zone.
This place, at the end of the country and in the middle of almost nowhere, is where i find myslef, my friends, my waves and my peace.
This little piece of history with a great future, where the nature powers showing their face day after day, its the place i love.
Once i red that:’Having a place to go is home, Having someone to love is Family, Having both is a Blessing’
So im just happy to be home, wherever me, my wife and kids taking it…
Whether its in the big busy city or in a small peacefull town…