Which is perhaps why he and Dany Bruch partake in the Virgin Del Carmen festival; the patron saint of the fishing fleet who looks after the fishermen, which is a gigantic piss up for the majority of the revellers on public holiday. For those with a deeper connection to the sea however, I think it’s nice to think that there’s someone or something, looking out for them in heavy situations. Even a virgin called Carmen?
He’ll get animated of course when talking about certain waves which are hollow and powerful, but I think most of our conversations (or limited conversations as it may be due to his broken English and my worse Spanish) have been about coming to the North where we’re going to eat the cheese and drink red wine that they make on his father’s farm.
And that the quality of these are really darn good (I am yet to take him up on his offer, but I promise it’ll be soon).
Apart from eating cheese, dinking plonk and going surfing, he’s also studying to be a physiotherapist, which has seen him having to work on himself lately after a consequential wipe out which blew out his knee. He’s only just back surfing now wearing a knee brace, so it’s straight back on that horse, or ski, or board or whatever it is that feeds an adrenaline junky that gets off on charging big surf. It’s not always easy to push as hard as before after an injury, but it hasn’t seemed to slow him down at all.
