After discovering Ireland's surf scene, I have been searching for an opportunity to get back on a board. So when I came across a weekend itinerary packed with frigid morning surf lessons, yoga sessions to loosen the stiff shoulders, and a chance to meet Irish ladies as eager about the above activities, I booked us in.
The yoga portion of the weekend was important to entice F to attend; she had made it pretty clear early on that she had zero intention of surfing. However, minutes before I was taking off for the first session, she had a sudden change of heart and opted to brave the cold waters for her first surf ever!
It was incredible watching F catch her first wave, and eventually even stand up on the board!!! Immediately following the beach was interrupted with our two voices screaming in excitement. Thank goodness for the balaclavas to mute the sound, which aside from looking oh so stylish, are completely necessary to avoid hypothermia...Poor S was hit by a stomach virus the first night, and battled the bug the entire weekend. But being the trooper she is, she stuck it out for the entire trip, exploring coastal walks surrounding the town.Even I, a yoga rookie, will admit that after a morning of paddling, yoga saved my poor shoulders lives.
Big smiles for a very successful weekend in North Western Ireland.
Bundoran, I hope to see you again very soon!