Wind-Surfing on the Ostsee!
"In the future, you will be proud to receive a German wind-surfing license"......sure, this sounds like a vision coming from a sleep-deprived fortune-teller. However, it has somehow morphed into my reality, and after my school trip to the Ostsee, I am indeed a certified wind-surfer!
It all looks so smooth and effortless from afar. One could imagine Frank Sinatra really getting the hang of it. But wind-surfing, if you tend to be me, is very, very difficult.You basically have to haul yourself onto a stupid,wiggling surf-board, haul up a wiggling mast by a stupid rope, and have it all just haul you across stretches of water, while you, your stupid self, is also wiggling. Let me just say, the beloved German word "Scheiße", rang strong across the Ostsee shore.
But somehow, after being the last one to finish and even getting an honorable mention for my heroic/pathetic efforts at our license-giving ceremony, I left happy, successful, and deeply sun-burned.
It all looks so smooth and effortless from afar. One could imagine Frank Sinatra really getting the hang of it. But wind-surfing, if you tend to be me, is very, very difficult.You basically have to haul yourself onto a stupid,wiggling surf-board, haul up a wiggling mast by a stupid rope, and have it all just haul you across stretches of water, while you, your stupid self, is also wiggling. Let me just say, the beloved German word "Scheiße", rang strong across the Ostsee shore.
But somehow, after being the last one to finish and even getting an honorable mention for my heroic/pathetic efforts at our license-giving ceremony, I left happy, successful, and deeply sun-burned.
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