Perfect Day

Thanksgiving day I slept until 14, then went to the bay with Eddie, Eddie's friend Golfer who's visiting from Texas and Turtle and there we tried to surf. I have been here for more than two months and today was the first time I tried surfing. We borrowed the surfboards and wetsuits from Eddie's housemates. Surfing is difficult. The theory is simple enough, when you spot a wave you start paddling and when you're on the wave you stand up and glide. In reality, it's way harder. First, the waves are rare. Second, it's hard to get on a wave. Third, it's hard to stand up. Everything is basically hard. As a beginner, you don't even know how it's supposed to feel when you catch a wave, but when you do, there's no doubt that this is it! It's like...well, you know. I got on a wave once, suddenly I just glided on the water, but it was so unexpected that I didn't even think about getting up before it was too late. It was so much fun, though, I hope to return tomorrow...

In the evening we had Thanksgiving dinner at Soleil's with a group of friends. We had turkey, mashed potatoes and cranberry jam, punch and brownies. Afterward, we we're in food coma and played who-am-I, having cards with names of famous people on our forehead trying to guess who we were. Except for the food, we didn't really care about the purpose of celebration: the European immigrants being welcomed by the native Americans with food and gifts and afterward returning the favor with genocide, cheers for that!

It was a perfect day.