The Mexican Surfing Spree of My Boy

I do not know about my teenage boy, but when I was his age, I unquestionably could not nag my pa to bring me along to his next business trip abroad. I gave in to his endless caprice, anyway, since what he really wanted was to get to a eminent surfing break that he could encounter. After learning that I was to set off to Mexico, he jumped and headed to his computer and did a rigid research on the best surfing area across the country. A few minutes after, he elatedly came up to me and bid to bring him to Puerto Zicatela.

Right after my last seminar, my Mexican colleague drove me and my son to Puerto Zicatela. On our way, this fellow was endlessly talking about his own surfing adventure on this beach as if to even more thrill my teenager. My Mexican colleague kept on saying that this was only a fraction of the best surfing locations in Mexico and the whole world (if not the sole best), inviting surfers of multifarious nationalities. The two hurriedly exchanged stories and I was wordless the whole time.

But as soon as I landed my feet on Puerto Zicatela's unsullied sand, I was really startled. It was a prolonged beach along the city of Puerto Escandido with growling waves as high as 5 meters. Certainly, Puerto Zicatela is perfect for a boy like my son to increase his surfing competence. My boy, meanwhile, got his board from the and started running towards the shore to first survey the waters and get a first-hand experience.