Mr. EOS and I adventured today, kitsesurfing, and if you believe that, have I got a bridge for you. We went and WATCHED the kitesurfers, lots of people on the beach today, sunny and perfect amount of wind to get the updraft needed.
As we arrived, we met and chatted with a cute young couple, he here from Halifax, working for a year at a local resort. She, his girlfriend, here for a week on vacation.
We chatted with this man too, sounded American but not sure, just down from a long ride, saying he loves the sport and has been at it two years.
This woman was giving lessons to a very young boy who looked to be under ten. It was explained to us that the strength one needs to kitsurf is NOT in the upper body like I would have imagined, rather the core, and the knees. Rob, our landlord, gave up kitsurfing because he said his knees were getting bad.
The kitesurfing is on a pretty stretch of beach but locals know it as the sargassum beach because day after day, mounds of the stuff come to shore and it requires a good deal of raking to have the beach look decent.
Once upon a time there was a resort at this beach, Cotton Bay, but alas, it’s now an empty shell, with one or two owners still using their condos but no management and the place is falling apart. It was the Cotton Bay employees who managed the beach sargassum and now that they are gone, it’s up to the locals. But it seems nicely raked today, except at the far end.
But what everyone seemed to enjoy today, resident or tourist, was just being out on a perfect Sunday on the beach. Amen to that.