Tough is the life of those who cannot live their dreams daily....
Milan gives you a salary, the best drinks, some of the best restaurants in the country, supermodels, supercars, supershopping... but it's still too far from any wave that allows you to make a bottom turn.
A lot of people still get surprised when you tell'em "yes, I surf!": most of them ask you in which lake "Garda or Maggiore?", some simply tell you "don't fool me, there are no waves in Italy!"
Well, I just leave them with their thoughts, and when the maps give me some hope, I load up the car with surfboards and head for the closest break with the rest of my crew.
This blog aims at keeping a trace of the days spent in the water.
Why?
just to keep those days in mind, when it's raining outside my office window, and to remind me that, holy crap, I surf!
Here you'll find a list of earlymorning wakeup calls, maps, reports, and whatever's been left after a surfari, make it a day or a week...
well, tough is the life of a landlocked...
