France, the country known for fashion, a romantic language, and of course baguette… lots and lots of baguette. As a matter of fact, thats all we had for breakfast and lunch all day long at Campeole Surf Camp for eight days straight.
For travels we used public transportation such as buses and trains to get from Spain to France, without any issues. Surprisingly, the tickets of transportation were very reasonable. The prices ranged from 2 euros to a max of 15 euro per person per ticket. There were times where we had to wait a greater period of time for the next connection, however, time was not an issue for us. I must say though that even without rushing to get where we needed to go, connections were not bad and people were very helpful. Although the camp site in France was very very remote we managed to reach our destination before supper.
We decided to join the First Surf camp to introduce ourselves to surfing. This organization was affiliated with a german university, FH mainz, which visits this particular camp site each year and offers discounted rates for their students and their friends/family. FH mainz was kind to accept us to their group and gave us an even lower rate to join since we didn’t depart with the group from mainz, Germany, but met them at the camp site in France. The total cost for us was 340,- euros/person for 8 days, which included three meals per day, lodging at a nice 4-5 person mobile home with bath/shower and two surf lessons a day.
The camp was located at Vielle Saint Girons, which is a remote village in southern France. It can be very hard to get to during off-season via public transportation. This village revolves around all things surfing. There is nothing else to see but surfers, surfboards, including mile long uncrowded beaches as far as the eye can see. It seems like the whole coast of France is a stretched out beach. The sand is so soft it feels like cotton on your feet.
We had two lessons a day going for one and half hours each. On our first surf session we were introduced to the board, the wetsuit and most interestingly the weather and how to read the waves. Then we got to “hit” the waves…LOL not really. We paddled on the white wash to get a feel for the board. Billy got very comfortable fast, mastered the “take off” and managed to stand on the board the same day and surfed the little waves! Me on the other hand I had trouble with the take off initially, which is the part were you jump on the board from the paddling position. As the week progressed we got more comfortable with this sport and were able to take our boards out on our own to surf green waves.
This is definitely a sport that turned into a hobby especially for Billy. We will be surfing other coasts along our travels.