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Same thing for Lou, a small fair head (they even asked Carine which product she uses to color Lou’s hair) who does not speak Spanish, you can tell.
She plays all day with Mexican kids, she made around thirty new friends. Her best technique of approach is the dance, add 2 toys and she’s done for the day.
On this subject, Lou is bilingual French-English. In two weeks, she learned more Spanish words than any school kid, at her age it’s kind of irritating. One day, we were in the car, I do not remember how we came to the conversation but I said “purple” in English, she immediately said to me, no we do not say ” peurpeul ” but “purple” with her perfect accent, only three years old.. No Comment.
Maxime, the photographer, a mixture of Rahan and Viking, but rather the featherweight model of Viking, is always motivated from 6 am till 10 pm. He wants to get on in life, he’s a hard worker, and we return it well to him.
Manu is a really experienced traveler, he knows all the spots of the world, a real Bible. He is always on the look-out for the slightest indication to find a spot and until now, he did not make any mistakes.
He just slightly fought to carry all the stuff during kilometers, but ” it Worth it ” he would say in his perfect Franglais imported by the Hawaiian Islands.
Equipped with my North bullet board, and my 12 or 9 meters, I spent my days riding perfect, powerful, and tubular waves.
In our numerous researches on Google Earth, we found a fabulous point, a world class spot, a perfect right, no mountain, wind side off, one of the most beautiful spot I have seen for the kite.
Regrettably no wind here, while 2 kilometers down there is! It is a part of the game; Magic or Frustration, “Eole” has to choose.
The next day, the wind turned, impossible to ride the spot with the wind in the wrong direction. This wave will be a good excuse to return to Mexico …