My first effort to learn to surf didn't pan out. I went over to Coronado - the beach that is easiest to get to from my location in East Village. Upon arrival at the beach, I realized that there was not a single surfer there (although there were numerous signs for "Bobby's Party"). Not a good sign. Half of my strategy was to watch the really good surfers and learn from them. However, there were about 100 body boarders on the beach and it looked pretty fun, so I hoofed it down to Little Sam's and rented a body board for the afternoon...
A couple of observations. The waves were breaking in a very short period of time. That means you have to have really good timing or you get your butt kicked. Unfortunately my rented body board's leash only made it around my wrist one time...therefore, when I got really thrashed by a wave, I also had to go find my body board. I was not too pleased about that. It was definitely fun, but I now have a new found respect for waves - even if they are not huge waves - because if you don't pick them up at the right time, they can be brutal.
Since I wasn't able to try my hand at surfing, I also was fortunate to receive some really good advice on where I should try to learn to pick up surfing: Todd recommended either La Jolla Shores or a spot in Pacific Beach (PB). He also said that an hour lesson would be a very good investment, so sometime in the next week or two, I'll probably be giving Surf Diva a call. To be continued...
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