They looked like wild creatures coming out of the water.
With their long hair and rubbery skinsuits.
They floated on their boards, swaying from side to side
as the waves raged around them.
They were waiting for the right moment.
“Surf’s up!” one of them would call out.
Suddenly, they would all begin paddling hurriedly.
Some would be too early, some too late.
The lucky ones would catch the wave and ride its crest from beginning to end.
At the end they would all fall off their boards and plunge into the water.
While it lasted, it was an incomparable high.
They lived in another dimension.
It is on windy days like this, when the surf’s up, can you find the surfers riding Mojacar’s waves.
