Two weekends ago my dad and brother came down to Nicaragua to visit me and catch some of Nicaragua's famed waves. After flying in Monday night, they quickly got their gears straightened out and took off the next morning to go surf at Los Cardones, the surf eco-lodge about an hour away. I was the lucky one who got to work all day. Fortunately for them, however, the waves were going off and they caught bombs at the river mouth close to the lodge. Then, the next day I got to satiate my quench for surf when we took off to the beaches around San Juan del Sur, the main surf town of Nicaragua. We got in late Wednesday afternoon and snatched up the best boards we could find and headed to our beach house, which my boss had been kind enough to loan us for the weekend. We were all totally amped to wake up early and get on the waves, so we were totally bummed when we wo
ke up at sunlight to find flat waves out in front. We didn't give up easily; we jumped in the car and headed two coves north were the break was apparently pretty good. Once we got there and saw the small surf and jagged rocks, our hearts sank even more- though not for long. We struck up a conversation with a local fisherman who informed us that the waves here jump up once the tide fills in and we simply had to wait a couple hours. So, we simply sat on the rocks, watching the waves roll in and feeling out the break. Eventually we got bored and starting a home run hitting contest with rocks and sticks. Finally, the tide filled in enough to make the place safely rideable and the waves looked super fun. We hoped on it, paddling out with two other Americans and cathcing some great waves. We stayed out most of the afternoon and, being cautious individuals, neglected to put sun screen on all day. Needless to say, my skin was not happy with me. The nex
t few days were cut from the same cloth: wake up, consume calories, wait for mid-tide, and then surf your brains out. The beach we were staying at was super quiet, so there wasn't much to do at night except eat at the local restaurant and try to pick up their wireless signal, which was a pretty ridiculous concept considering we were in the middle of nowhere, Nicaragua. Unfortunately as the weekend hit, the waves starting getting more crowded, so we shifted our focus to the cove in front of our house. About a mile north was a wedging right that was really fun. We caught a ton of waves there, and always surfed alone. And because it was 
contiguous to a big rock shelf, my dad was able to take a bunch of good photos while my brother and I surfed. Those are pictures are littered throughout this post. After a great weekend, we headed back to Managua and my dad and brother flew home. They had a great trip, really getting to know Nicaragua by seeing the beautiful countryside, experiencing the culture, and catching some great waves. I was sure happy to see them!Well, as Nicas are know to say:
Da le pues
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