I haven't surfed much in the last few years. Surgery on both of my feet in series to correct bunions, and then a badly broken wrist that necessitated two more surgeries, kept me landbound. When I did make it out, the poor waves on the Central Coast and my lack of surf fitness conspired to leave me joyless. In search of my lost stoke, I booked a week of coaching in warm water, at Puro Surf Performance Academy in El Zonte, El Salvador.
El Salvador was suggested by my old San Diego surf buddy, Mike, but he wouldn't be able to go until much later in the year, so I went solo and ready for adventure.
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| Seen on the airport wall |
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