Surf's Up in San Bartolo

Yay! We all met up in Lima to figure out our next step either heading north or south for some surf. It was weird being in Lima again where the trip started almost five months. It was just like old times staying in our same hostel www.friendshouse.com and getting back to old routines of running along the cliffs, eating fresh papaya/mango, and enjoying our homemade breakfast, but now we had two new faces finishing the trip with us, Soren and Tracy.
After a little research we decided the southern coastal area would best suit our surfing needs. Tracy found an amazing posh hostel right on the edge of a cliff in a well known surfing town of San Bartolo called H110. When we first heard the pricing of 170 soles=$56 bucks per night por todos, our eyes enlarged a bit, since we were use to paying 30 soles=$10 bucks per person per night in Peru, but with a little bargaining we were able to talk them down a bit and turned our time there into a birthday celebration for Kristin. Happy Birthday Granny!
The pimp condo pad was top floor overlooking the bay area, equipped with two huge bedrooms, two bathrooms, dining room, living room, patio, full kitchen. two pools, and a hot surfer willing and ready to take us out for a ride.
Once we settled into our new home, we quickly found a local renting surfboards. Since we were beginners, except Soren, we were told to stay far right away from the rocks. Soren gave us a quick briefing on paddling, catching the wave sets, and reaching our ultimate goal of standing up. Here we go! First wave is on it's way and it's a big one, (about 4 ft mas o menos) big enough to put fear into our entire bodies. With Soren yelling "paddle," we three ladies paddled fast and hard, so hard we all did what they call "flying over the handle bars" and over our boards to get tossed like ragdolls in a washing machine. As Monica and Tracy were trying to grasp for air, the set of waves kept coming and they got pummeled wave after wave. Kristin was not in sight and a moment of panic stuck the air. Tracy sprung into action following emergency protocol, while doing so she managed to step on a sea urchin. Meanwhile, Kristin was not missing, she had caught the next wave and road it all the way to shore. Soren and Monica finally noticed from afar Kristin paddling back into the waves with a huge smile on her face. After all the excitement of our first wave, we realized the current had taken us a little farther left than we should have been. We all paddled back out into the blue and had a great time, and accomplished our goal of standing up! Righteous!
This time of year, San Bartolo is a ghosttown, so our nights there were accompanied with our personal Chef Soren, live music performance by Monica Whittington & Los Dos, and a dance party lead by Tracy Warner and the rest of the crew. We lived like what felt like royalty for those few days and had to head back to Lima to have our final final and wrap up the trip.