
Barcelona—First Day of Full Immersion
I knew this was coming. I chose this. But standing outside SpeakeasyBCN, staring at … Read more
I knew this was coming. I chose this. But standing outside SpeakeasyBCN, staring at … Read more
Mundaka. Back where it started. Same wave. Same town. But not the same guy. … Read more
You think you know big waves. You don’t. You can watch the clips, hear … Read more
Leaving the Algarve was like stepping off a wave before it fully fades—bittersweet, but … Read more
I didn’t come south looking for bigger waves. I came to slow down. Galicia … Read more
After Ericeira’s charm and variety, Peniche felt like a different beast. This town isn’t … Read more
After Galicia, Portugal was a question mark. Would it feel too polished? Too crowded? … Read more
Galicia doesn’t hand you anything. You take what it gives. I learned that fast. … Read more
The train pulled into Gandia, all metallic screech and tired-looking passengers, and there they … Read more