The days

Yesterday:
woke up at 8:30 and ate my free breakfast at the hostel. Rented the same wetsuit and board as the day before and walked to the beach. Surfed chest high, glassy waves in ideal conditions until I couldn't move my arms. Peeled off my wetsuit and basked in the sunlight on a long sandy beach for an hour and a half. Surfed again. Went to town to use the internet and post office. At the bus stop, I gave an old lady my seat and she gave me some candy. It was a good day.
Today:
Got the last ticket on a crowded, early train to Paris. Checked into our "nice" hotel that is decrepid and cramped. In 45 minutes I meet Michelle, which means in 45 minutes today is about to be 10 times better than yesterday.