Surfboard, Surfboard

August 25, 2015

The surf was so good that it turned the holiday I thought was mine and his only into a thing I had to do something about. Share. Sharing is caring, hello. You must know the drill by now, you’re one of us, here, in our own emerald city of Oz. Aw. You know what I mean, I’m blushing and my hair was at home, at last. I’d printed SURFBOARD on a sweat I really liked, after all. So.


Moving on. I enjoyed being aware of our time spent solely on the beach, no internet, no job (but when you love what you do, it doesn’t feel like work, so). Only books and magazines (a third of the suitcase) that I don’t even want to know the weight of and whether they were read or not pendant ces vacances. And sunscreen.

And wind!!!, he would say after becoming the straight face emoji. I was in awe of the wind.


There’s always something about the idea of an island. I love it by default anyway, so imagine my surprise when we got to a place that is an island in winter (when water level is high enough) and a tiny peninsula of Rodos (an island!) in summer. It’s summer, so it’s the peninsula that we stepped on. Prasonisi, where all this came along. The home of the wind, he would say. And I’d be Let’s staaay. And he’d be Okaaay…. And I’d be Oh yaaay.


Fun fact: as you arrive, you have the Aegean Sea on the right, with big waves, professional surfers, and the Mediterranean Sea on the left, with flatter water, beginner surfers. We were none, but will be some (praying emoji) someday. My hair has always been a pro surfer. So.

the Aegean on the right, the Mediterranean on the left
The Aegean on the right, the Mediterranean on the left
the Aegean on the right, the Mediterranean on the left
The Aegean on the right, the Mediterranean on the left



Prasonisi is good for windsurfing, kitesurfing and for – music to my ears – surfing. Birdwatching, surfwatching, same. No phones, no music (!!!)(what?!?!), no books, no magazines, nothing. The wind was too strong. Wink. Just the sun, the sea, the cool crowd and the vans. Because yes, you can camp here. And wear Vans. Lol. Hm.


This feeling of freedom here...
This feeling of freedom here…

That is if you absolutely love the wind!, said he. The truth is that, when we left Prasonisi, I felt like something was missing. It wasn’t just about that freedom feeling. Luckily, I kept it. The wind seemed to have entered my head and blown up everything in it. Back in the car, the newfound silence made me feel like I was reborn or something. It was a sure thing. I fell in love with the strong wind.

Finally!, said he, once in the car.

But there’s something in the wind, too…, said I.


Take pictures with your eyes, let your mind flow, your heart knows, are you close?