Emiliano

The whole crew was super pshyced, everyone was super hyper and bursting with energy as if we had all drank a fifty gallon can of Redbull. We had just discovered one of the most prestigious waves of Mexico, we could have only imagined it in our most prized day dreams. Everyone was about to jump into the ridiculously crystal clear water when suddenly Emiliano, a member of our adventurous group of friends that was a proud owner of a pale pink Volkswagen hippy van with a fascination of vintage cameras shouted with excitement. “Oigan” “let’s take a picture of the crew with my brand new vintage Canon FT” “we will want to remember this in a couple of years.” Everyone huddled up and he snapped the shot. When I look at this picture I don’t …show more content…
We met up at the cliff and at seven in the morning and Noah exclaimed. “No se ve bien, no good.”
Emiliano sighed and said that we should go check Zicatela, One of Puerto’s most famous and well known breaks. We hoped on Emiliano’s pale pink, crusty hippy van and headed south to the infamous Zicatela. After a bumpy ten minute car ride on the coastal highway we got to Zicatela’s crowded parking area. The spot was so crowded that it could be easily confused by time square; huge masses of people rushing up and down with their shiny fiberglass boards paddling into the water while the sun slowly rose. In the parking lot I spotted two great friends of ours, Tanaig and Julian. Tanaig, still dry, stated “Iv’e een’ watching the last couple sets and it’s way to crowded.” We all agreed and thought that we would just not surf that day, but Julian out of nowhere said in an eager voice. “How about we search…?” Noah stated in an almost discriminatory voice “What have you been smoking? We’ve searched up and down the coast and have never found anything”. Deep inside I thought it was a great idea and I could tell everyone else wanted to dig for gold as much as I Julian and I