
Sunday, September 8th, at the Capital of the United States of America. After living here for three years, I really had no idea that I could have such a good day as the one I was about to begin. Washington, D.C., I would say, could be known for its politics, its diplomats, and its bureaucrats, among many other things (some good, like the carved words of Mr. Jefferson "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" in his beautiful monument, and others not so good...). Nonetheless, I was about to discover that after this day, D.C. can very well be associated with that closest to our hearts but farthest from politics, diplomacy, and bureaucracy: a good day of East Coast surfing during hurricane season, or what others might call, "the September sessions."
It all started at 6:00 a.m. when my good friend Hans, a fellow law student and wave rider from Puerto Rico, picked me up close to the Washington Monument to head out on our surf trip. The city was totally "asleep", as the bureaucrats, young professionals, and not to mention politicians will not be caught outdoors at such an early time on a sunday morning. The scene was similar to Vanilla Sky's empty Time Square scene. Soon enough, just by Capitol Hill we were on 50 East, which as surreal as it sounds, this road will take you from the Capitol of the U.S. to a surf break. The surf brake is actually 3 hours away from D.C., up in Maryland, by Ocean City. Specifically, the spot is in a small island, which actually shares Maryland and Virginia territory, but, I believe, it is actually a National Park. For a small fee, you can camp in this beautiful beach, and in doing so, you are warned by signs not to feed the horses...yes, there are wild horses running around, free, in the island. So after a beautiful three hour drive, on this gorgeous day, my friend and I were transported from the enclosing of a law library into the freedom of the wind on a wild horse's face. We were off to a good start.
As we parked and got out to check the waves, we come up to beautiful sand dunes, full of people enjoying the gifts of mother Earth in a sunny beach day...farther down the shore, a bunch of nice peaks and many surfers enjoying the gifts of Mother Ocean: perfect beautiful rights and lefts, offshore wind, head high, and tubular too! We immediately ran back to the car and put our wetsuits on (us who grew up in warm waters, Panama and Puerto Rico, will wear wetsuits on 72 degree waters) and paddled out. We had a great straight-up five hour session, full of fun, smiles, waves, good vibes, and dolphins by our side; we were a part of a beuatiful, natural scene.
On the way back to D.C., Hans and myself talked about how amazing it felt to have such a day, when for three years of law school, such an escape was only the dream of winter breaks and a flight to our respective home breaks thousands of miles away. Hans kept saying he was "curao," or "healed" after the session. Back in D.C., Capitol Hill did not seem the same anymore to me, but Hans was right, we were indeed healed after the session, and thus I guess, it was us who were not the same to Capitol Hill anymore. Go surfing whenever you can.