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Published: June 17th 2010
Another endless rainy day here. Shit! I'm stuck in this house in the suburbs. The rain just keeps on falling. The world cup is on, so I guess that is something. And one guy here is a trained chef so he's been cooking up killer lunches. Yesterday I did get in the water after all in the rain. The wind was inshore, which meant that the waves were big and rapidly pounding, one after the other. I couldn't even get out. I was like Tom Hanks in Castaway before he comes up with the sail idea. The waves kept pounding me back. Tough, angry sunsofbitches. There is a technique called "duck diving" by which you can go under the wave with the board, but I was no master at that. The other dudes agreed it was nearly a total wash. But it was good to get in anyway.
On the news I see that the rain here has swollen a river in Southeastern France and caused a village to flood, killing some.
I'm not sure I'm going to last here much longer. I feel the need to get on the road and start walking the camino in Spain.
By the way, I hate to make generalizations or end on a sour note, but these British guys are not the best conversationalists. Is it me being withdrawn or them? Who is who? When will the rain stop?
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Brother, These are great. They are allowing Robyn and I to hold on to the trip a bit as we try to assimilate back into our American lives. I hope you get, au minimum, a day of surfing in before you strap on dad's pair of aged new balances and decend on the walk of all walks. Regarding the Brits, perhaps their knickers are in a twist because they "suffered" a tie in their first World Cup game against you, the American. It's 9am here and I am probably watching the same thing as you: figures in blue (arg) and red (kor) run around a big green field chasing a ball. Life is weird!