Surfing Serenity

5:00 am, the four of us load the van quietly. I yawn and rub my eyes, adjusting the swimsuit strap that’s tied around my neck. Streaks of orange sun creep above the horizon, morning mist condenses on the palm trees in our font yard. It’s so quiet. No laughing, loud, lively little ones like we’re used to in literacy lessons. The hush of morning is a welcome retreat.

A cup of coffee, 2 surfboards, sunscreen, towels, and we’re off to the beach. It’s our Wednesday morning routine. For the next 5 hours our only concern is catching a wave in the salty, warm Pacific Ocean.

Day breaks in Nicaragua and we’re in the ocean riding rolling rip tides. Reconnecting. Reviving. Ready to return to reality, refreshed.