La Playa!, my almost 4 year old daughter answered when asked about what Papi should write about. Well, I'm stoked since two days ago I saw her for the first time, in Avellanas, get rolled over by the high tide wash that was hitting in front of Lola's last Saturday afternoon. As surfing is, outside my family, my life, I smiled inside since I knew she began a long love affair right there, right then. She is by her own instinct loosing her natural fear of the ocean. The best part is, that can't be taught. I have always thought surfing has a child-like oriented aproach to itself. We were there to celebrate Merrick's second birthday. He is the son of Justin, a young, california surfer, total ex-pat, married to a tica, the works. Half an hour earlier we'd all been singing Happybirthday but now the high tide brought everybody forward to watch the surfers negociate the remainings of a ok surfing weekend. People from San Jose and tourist alike enjoyed watching the stormy surf make the best out of the surfers without knowing. Lola, The Famous was nowhere in site but that didn't seem to stop the bartenders from pouring some sweet rum and coke's and cold beer. Emma is soaking wet and back on her feet. She is blinking the saltwater out of her eyes and she is thrilled cause she knows she made an impression on her dad.
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