In the fall of 2007, I started attending an elite surf school in the California Bay Area, where I met a man who was just like me, except he had been raised surfing in Europe and was a professional surfer himself.
He’d taken a long-haul sailing trip to Hawaii in the late ’80s, and had returned home with a deep passion for the sport.
In short, he was the quintessential surf geek.
At the same time, he’d been a member of a surfing club in Los Angeles for nearly a decade, and, as I remember it, I was one of the first people he’d invited to join.
The idea of joining a surfing group was not only an easy one to embrace, but it was also a new one to me.
I had always been intrigued by the idea of being in a group that had a strong bond, something I’d grown up with.
At first, I found myself intrigued by a number of things: the people in the group, the camaraderie, the passion, the sense of community.
I didn’t know anything about the sport, and I didn the history of the sport itself.
The only information I had about the surf world I had learned through books and magazines.
I was looking for a way to learn the sport that I’d loved for years, but with a new perspective and a new group of people, as well.
I wanted to learn about the ocean, about surfing, about the waves, and how it made me feel.
I needed a place where I could explore these things in a new way, where it wasn’t just about surfing.
I asked the surfing club about my interest, and they quickly agreed to help me find a place to start my surfing education.
It was a difficult decision.
The first thing I knew I was going to have to do was find a surf school.
I’d been surfing professionally for nearly 10 years, and since I had a background in swimming and martial arts, I figured I could easily transition into the sport of surfing.
After reading about the school on the internet, I went online and found some courses online, but none of them had any surfing programs.
So I called a friend and asked if she would be interested in taking me through the process of becoming a surf instructor.
She was very accommodating, and she was right on target.
I signed up for one of these classes, which consisted of three hours a day, seven days a week, for two weeks.
One of the instructors, who was a seasoned veteran of the industry, was my first instructor.
I quickly learned the importance of practice, and we started to learn.
The lessons were designed to get me to the top of the board in the right spot, to do a perfect technique in the correct way, to get my technique to the level I wanted it to be, and to get to that perfect wave in the most efficient manner.
It all came easy and natural to me, but there was one thing I had to work on in order to really learn it.
I started learning by watching videos on YouTube, but I wasn’t sure what the difference was between surfing a board and a wave.
After two weeks of lessons, I learned that I had become so good at surfing, I could do it by myself, with no help from any of the other instructors in the class.
That meant that I needed to learn how I could make the best waves on my own.
This was where the word “learning” came in.
As we started doing classes together, I got to know him a little better.
He had taught me to use the waveboard and the board itself to learn to surf, and he also taught me about how to use my board, the board surfers use, the techniques of the boards.
We were working together for about two months, and by the end of the month, I had developed a strong understanding of how to get good waves on a board.
I began to understand how much it meant to be a surfer, how to ride waves, how it took years to learn and grow.
But the most important lesson that I learned from my instructor was the importance that you learn by doing, and not by reading.
I knew that I was good at learning by doing and learning by seeing, and that there was nothing wrong with that, but in the end, I just didn’t want to just go and watch videos.
I decided to find myself a surf coach, and after a month of surfing, we decided to start doing the same thing.
The surfing program that we started with, Garmin, is now one of my favorite surf schools in the world, and it is also one of those that has taught me a lot more about surfing than I ever could have imagined.
One day, I asked my instructor, “Do you know of any surf courses in California that I can get you?”
He was surprised.
I told him that I did,