Momma Don’t Surf
This is slightly old news, which isn’t to imply that my Mom is old, she’s older than me, but plenty young at heart, anyway, my Mom joined my brother and I in southern Portugal for a week. We’d surf she’s hang out with the van and read the New Yorker, then we’d go find food and a place to sleep or more surf. We had one minor blowout which included a roundabout, a Portuguese police officer, and poor signage. We survived and we survived. Of the week we had, what really resonated, was that that we were all on new turf together. A foreign land doing slightly foreign things. If you’d said a year ago that the three of us would be in a van driving around the coast of Portugal I would have said you were talkin’ crazy.
