In the beginning of  March I flew down to Aguadilla, Puerto Rico, from Atlantic City, New Jersey.  I flew Spirit Airlines cheap as hell flight with two of my good friends, Warls and Mon, and meeting two more, Matt and Meg, at our stop in Orlando, FL.  Well not really hell for the passengers, but the people that have to deal with us 2:30 am.  Whether it is getting a rental, finding a taxi, or begging your friends that are down in PR to come get you at that time.  No one likes doing anything that involves thinking at 2:30 am other than sleeping or passing out.

Now this vacation, in my mind, was to surf when there were waves and relax, relax, relax!  It has been over  a coupe years since I have been in the tropics.  I have been Jersey bound to long, which is not good for anyone’s mental, physical and emotional health. When you are from where I am you know exactly what I am talking about.  I’m sure this is expressed at anyone’s hometown if you are there to long at one time.  Anyway, this was my time for a break and I was taking full advantage of it.

It all started on the plane.  I actually slept the first flight to Orlando, but my friends started the party right away.  Drinks in hand as I wake up, so I didn’t want to miss out anymore and joined the journey.  We met up with the others in Orlando.  We met them on the plane and flew to Ft. Lauderdale in a heartbeat.  I think we were able to suck down one cocktail.  Now in Ft. Lauderdale it was late, but we were all pretty fired up.  The final flight to Aguadilla we met to guys on a one-way trip, but on the same mission at that point of the night as us.  Lets get drunk!  They were able to bring a bottle of  whiskey that they generously shared with all of us.  Thank god because Spirit over charges drinks on there flight.  By the time we arrived, getting yelled at more than once, all of us were feeling great and clueless to how the hell we were getting to where we needed to get.  Warls took charge and pretended he knew Spanish making up words to get a taxi driver.  It worked!  We were on our way.  I believe there was a party that night in Rincon because we couldn’t get a hold of Jacques or Cora, who have been here in PR since November.  They slept right through our calls, but thanks to Warls again we were able to find Stefan at 3:30 am (sorry brotha, but thanks again!) who took us to Jacques to finally crash out.  Well most of us.

We woke up to little Sienna wondering who the hell was all over her floor.  I’m pretty sure she loved all the attention though once we were up.  This is the daughter of Jacques and Cora, who is the most adorable person alive.  I think we had a day or so before we checked into our place in Corcega.  Quez and Cora were amazing to take all of to the beach and let us stay with them until we were settled in.  Good stuff!  The waves were small, but still really fun.  Warls and I spent the whole day in the water, which was amazing, so warm.  The sun attacked us, especially Matt, not putting any sunscreen on.  It was ok though because I would rather be red going on tan than pale.

The next couple days were classic.  The waves were super fun, trade winds, but sizable and ripable beyond belief.  Rights!  You were able to sneak a couple lefts, but if you wanted a good one, go right!  I guess because of it being a little windy, for here, there were no crowds.  We must have surfed 3 or 4 days with just our crew out at times.  There would be a little wobble, but you could just get around it and the next section would be a perfect bowl, then the next, and next and next.  A good vacation with waves always involves cold beer after the long surf, even before the surf too sometimes.  Either way we were on the beach enjoying life.  My friends and I are all good at making this happen.

In Corcega, our place was pretty amazing.  It was a little trendy, actually very trendy, but perfect.  We all fit comfortably and were ready to settle in.  Somehow we met a little Irish fella, Enda, I think the first night, and he was at our place hanging the very next day.  He joined us with most of outings along with Tina, Kim and Whitney, who joined us later also.  At this point it was full beach out party mode.  We did get our surfing in during the day, but ended with a good night out either at a bar, Jacques and Cora’s or at our rental.

This will definitely be trip that will not be forgotten.  I could not have asked for a better crew of people to come down here and have the time we experienced.  When it was time to leave, Warls extended his ticket, and we were all packed up to go.  He drove us all to the airport to find out our flight was cancelled.  We were pissed because it was late, but stoked because we had two more days in PR.  Who wouldn’t be excited to HAVE to stay in PR.  During this time we spent time at a hotel where I met Koren.  She was bartending the day we were supposed to leave.  We talked the whole day and I came up about my thoughts on wanting to stay.  She then mentioned she was going to have a room available a week later.  That was what I need to hear.  I cancelled my flight to stay down here with no return flight.  Was this a good decision?  I still don’t know, but I am enjoying every moment of it.  Money is short, but that’s life.  I have stressed over money most of my life so I might as well do it somewhere I love.