Ah, it felt so good to take a half day off and surf with my bro Ramil. I picked him up around 1 and we hit Spanish River, a surf spot in Boca. The inside was kind of dumpy so we opted to surf to the far outside with the longboards and check it out. Even though the drift was kind of annoying, the bombs kept coming in. 3-6 foot on some of the sets and yeah, I was grinning from ear to ear on every ride. We spent about three and half hours out there, making three trips down the drift and walking back up the beach.

Today, I’m so fried. My shoulders are bunt, my eyes are still a little bloodshot from the saltwater but it was all worth it. Makes me remember why I moved to Florida in the first place. I love it here when there’s surf and I have an opportunity to hit the beach.