Since the last weeks have either been too cold or unwindy, I hardly went surfing on our homespots and if I went, it was just super cold with ice in the sails and in the hair. It was fun though: the water and the light is always stunning in winter times. However, slushed-iced water is only nice for about an hour. Therefore, I decided to spend some time in Southern Spain. Unluckily, the notice of race for the PWA event in Marocco just dropped in, when I already had arranged all flights to Spain. Well, could be worse ... and it went worse: I drove to the wrong airport thinking I would have to departure from Bremen. Missing my flight, I "bought an airplane" for the next day: learning by paying. In fact, that extra flight was as expensive as if I would have bought flights to the Marocco event. The time in Spain was great and it was well worth the turbulences: wind every day, nice waves, good food and some family time.
The contrast could not have been bigger this year: leaving Cape Town with 40°C that day and landing in misty Hamburg with -1°C. Back to reality for now. Unluckily the weather did not change that much until mid/end of February: it was cold, dark and snowy. So, I only sailed once in the past month, which was more like relieving my addiction: knowing that it is stupid, but the "pain" was bigger. But I do not want to complain too much. Last week, I found pictures of me from two years ago lying in hospital with ARF (thx facebook for reminding me...not). I think that everything always happens for a reason. And that expereince taught me to be happy with the little things: being able to do so much sports (especially water sports), travelling and simply living without any limitations - health is priceless.