lance le !

I couldn't believe it. Yesterday after days of email work, 'photoshopping', and multiple visits to the printer, I said: Do it! We started the printing part of the Christian Surfers International conference in Hossegor France. I've been sweating over this for weeks now and to have finally said 'go for it' felt so wonderful. We waited down to the very last minute available, needing one confirmation from one dude in Seignosse. We have posters and flyers and tracts.

So the hustle of meeting people and trips to Bilbao and all over town has begun. The waves come and go. They expect a nice swell Sunday which could produce waves of 3 meters. They are beautiful to look at but powerful and out of my level for swimming or surfing. I'll take my camera out here soon and catch a photo of the break against the dig... you gotta see it!!

My time here in Biarritz is passing way to quickly. I have really grown fond of hearing the ocean not far from the house, the gorgeous sunsets and sunrises, the varying weather, walking into the beautiful town, meeting people and chatting. Tonight I had dinner with Juliette in a pizzeria downtown. We chatted it was such a great time for me. I wish I could hang out longer with the youth around this town. Who knows... ?

hullo mudder, hullo fadder...here i am at...

After spending a week in the washing machine, which I actually enjoyed, I am back working frantically on the final details of the Christian Surfer's Conference. I'm not anyone important but I'm busy gutting up the courage to make phone calls for them, talking in French to a ton of people who I don't know and twisting arms of friends who are much stronger in the area of translation than I.

I'm tired.
I cry.
I sleep.
I eat (or ate mussels today which I don't really like because of their funny texture).
I pray.
I pray.
and pray.

...and pick the surfing scab on my knee wishing I could surf as well as the guys I saw tearing up the waves today.