{"id":11001,"date":"2022-11-07t16:45:10","date_gmt":"2022-11-07t16:45:10","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/dpetrov.2create.studio\/planet\/wordpress\/reflections-a-lesson-from-the-ocean\/"},"modified":"2023-03-13t18:31:14","modified_gmt":"2023-03-13t18:31:14","slug":"ocean-lessons","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"\/\/www.getitdoneaz.com\/story\/ocean-lessons\/","title":{"rendered":"reflections | a lesson from the ocean"},"content":{"rendered":"
in some way, the water has always cast a spell on me \u2014 ponds, lakes, rivers, you name it. but none as strong as the ocean. for as long as i can remember, my family has gone to the beach for a week every summer and it was always the best week of my year. as an adult this feeling has only intensified. never more so than on one special trip \u2014 to costa rica \u2014 to learn surfing. <\/p>\n
our group consisted of 14 young women. arriving in san jose, we packed our things into a bus and began the journey to pavones, where we would have our first surfing experience. after the five-hour drive, we filed out to meet our surf instructor, andrea, a beautiful, dark olive-skinned woman in her mid-40s. she had long, dark chocolate-colored hair with sun-kissed strands framing her face. she wore a fuchsia body-length surf suit with a black rash guard tied around her waist. tattoos from the top of her shoulder down to her wrist. she gave us our \u201cintro to surfing\u201d lecture, assigned us our boards, and then it was off into the water. <\/p>\n