Another birthday...another goodbye....

Well I survived another birthday. I think we had three parties for this one, the memories are still a little hazy. Possibly due to the amount of over consumption that took place. Hmmmm....maybe that had something to do with it? The grand finale was a pool party on the 11th. A good time was had by all. My feet still hurt from dancing on the no slip plastic pool tile. I blew a flip flop out early in the night when my friend Miguel pulled me into the pool so I ended up dancing barefoot. Speaking of my friend Miguel, we are having one last PCS (permanent change of station -aka- "going away") party for him tonight as he and Poncho get on the flight tomorrow to head back to their home in Hawaii. Miguel is my best buddy out here and Poncho is Miguel's old boxer who has spent some time at our house while the Busquets were on vacation. They have been trying to get out of here since the end of last month. Miguel was just waiting on all of the paperwork to go through. I'm sure he's getting excited about getting back to the family and spending some time with his new twins. I'm sad to see them go. They will surely be missed. Aloha my friends.

Laura is now a Betty.

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Good surf this weekend. On a whim Laura decided she would come out with us and give it a go, I couldn’t believe it. I thought she must have been still half asleep when she said she’d go with us that morning. But she did great! She caught her first wave on her first attempt, and was showing no fear out there. We all sat outside the break waiting to see her board come flying back over the wave but it never did. She rode it all the way in and had this huge ear to ear grin on her face the whole way as she paddled back out! She was hooked! After that she was going after the biggest waves she could find. We had a wonderful time. To complete the weekend the very next day she tried windsurfing (she was hurting too bad from some nasty board rash to go back out surfing the next morning, that soft top ate her up pretty bad) while Miguel and I worked on his Cape Dory. To think just a short while ago she hated even getting wet and was scared to death of being anywhere near sharks. It didn’t seem to bother her this weekend. We had a grey reef shark hanging out with us the whole time we where surfing. By the way, we where surfing in a spot called the shark pit; so to even have gotten her to swim out into a place called the shark pit was an accomplishment in itself.

The last photo is of the aftermath of Laura's attempt at her last wave of the day. I wish I could have snapped this a few seconds earlier so you could have seen the look on her face as she started to perl (perl = nose of the board goes under). Her eyes were as big around as saucers.