After 90 minutes of riding, my arms give up. No more power, I can’t hold my boom anymore and I’m not even talking about the blisters in my hands. A good reminder of what windsurfing is all about – when the pain flirts closely with pleasure… the sign of a true passion. That same madness that pushes us to act spontaneously…act on the idea of letting myself go on this road trip where escaping has taken more importance than anything else in my mind. There are so many places that depending on the right forecast can turn into a dream destination. The toys that we can use nowadays and the culture of the ocean push us to play even more either with a SUP or windsurfer, knowing that we’ll go in the water even if the conditions aren’t perfect. Knowing that very close to home there are still some playgrounds calling for adventure. Yes I know, some say there aren’t any virgin spots anymore. That Portugal is overrated. Might be true but when it’s your first time, it is always a discovery.