Hi!🙋🏼‍♂️

After this wonderful definition of what a wild spirit is, let me tell you about my adventure in Fuerte; the experience that awakened my wild spirit.

Everything began back in February when my stress level was at an all-time high.

I celebrated my New Year’s Eve with a group of friends and, without any surprise, I got Covid. I spent two weeks barricaded in my room because, in the city where I study, I live together with two other students. Of course, they didn’t even want to hear me. I was feeling bad, lonely, and I was doing nothing but sleep. Guess what! I had three exams to take in a week or so, and I hadn’t opened a book since before Christmas… I started studying day and night, and although I was putting in a lot of effort I was struggling to focus and my motivation was zero. And in addition to all this, I was fantasizing about a girl. So you can imagine my exam grades…🤦🏼‍♂️

I noticed that, especially when I’m stressed, I tend to be very impulsive. With a “f*** you everybody” attitude, I decided I’d like to travel alone and started looking for a crazy adventure. It hasn’t been two days, and I booked a week with random people in a surf house in Fuerteventura for the Easter holidays. And I did it without telling anyone, not even my parents.

Two weeks passed, and the war started in Ukraine. I was reading about it and watching videos of what was going on there, and I began to feel sad and ashamed. While boys like me went to war, I was planning to surf in the Canary Islands. Back then, everyone thought this was not going to last more than a month or two, so I decided to move everything to July, which cost me almost double. Another impulsive decision…

I called my mom to tell her all this. She was super mad at me since I hadn’t told her anything and told me how that same week in July, she was planning for a family&friends big reunion dinner. “You are always away from home, and even when you don’t have lessons, and you could spend some time with us at home, you decide to travel” — cit. mom

Aaaaaaaa, I didn’t know what to do!🙍🏼‍♂️

A lot of other things happened in the meantime (which I’ll tell you about) and in the end, we found a solution.

At first glance, the place was quite disappointing. I landed in Puerto del Rosario, a city in the middle-east of the island, where I found out Fuerte isn’t as warm and cosy as I thought. The opposite indeed; cloudly and windy. With a hoodie on, it was almost cold.

A smiling, dishevelled girl picked me up at the airport. She was very friendly and brought me to the house in the village of surfers where I was staying for the week. The place was north, so we had to do half an hour drive. The type of landscape was totally new to me, almost alien. I wasn’t used to a place with literally zero green things, without a tree. Stones, volcanoes, sand, sea and more stones. But in some way, it was fascinating.

When we arrived at the surf-house, the whole group was already there. Four young guys were living there, and then we were a group of six who came there on vacation. The mood was fantastic right away. We were strangers, but we all wanted to have fun, enjoy nature and learn how to surf. One dinner together, some beers and we all got along—ten random young people in a house in a remote village in Fuerte. I was getting so excited!

It worked like this: we lived together in a pretty big house and shared everything there was (rooms, bathroom, kitchen, food, cars and sofas). Every morning we had a surf lecture, and in the afternoon, we went to explore the island with two Fiat Pandas 4x4!

Although I would like to structure this “article” in a diary way and describe my Fuerte experience day by day, I don’t think I’m able to do it. I’m writing this a month later, so I forgot many details. I’m going to tell you about the things that I loved the most and that I hope to remember forever. Well, actually, that’s also the point of my blog. Next time I’ll take notes, haha.

It’s not as easy as many people think, and no, I didn’t surf the big waves you see on TV. In fact, in the first two lessons, we only practised on the foams, so when the wave has already “broken” and is, therefore, less “strong”. Before the practical lessons, we also had a more theoretical one. I apologise in advance for having forgotten all the technical terms, haha. What surprised me was that behind the simple riding of a wave on a board, there is almost a science. Not every day there are waves, and not every beach has waves. It is essential to interpret well the currents, the wind, the seafloor of the beach, the length of the period between the waves etc. Plus, not every wave is surfable. You have to be good at “reading” the waves to be able to find the ideal one and surf it well. Identifying the strength, the head, and the shoulder of the wave is the key, and also very difficult.

So yeah, in the beginning, it’s a mess. My first two days were terrible and not fun at all. I would catch one wave out of five, and if lucky, one out of three times I could get up. But it wasn’t a big thing to get up, since after a few seconds I fell anyway because I lost my balance. One foot a bit more forward or backwards, or too right or left, ruins everything and you get a slap from the ocean.

BUT, when you finally catch a nice wave, you feel the strong thrust behind you, you get up, and you ride it for more than 10 seconds; well, even though the wave is small and not the TV’s one, it’s beautiful. It’s hard to describe the feeling. You feel you can go together with something you can’t control. You feel the Nature, and at that moment, you forget everything, you are mindful, and temporarily everything is perfect; in balance on something unbalanced. I don’t know if it makes sense, haha, but simply put, it’s super cool. You’re there, trying all day long, and when you finally make it, it’s a WOW.

Unfortunately, my surfing experience ended earlier than expected…

On the fourth day, we went surf-skating in the afternoon. The surf skate is also super fun. In short, while I was skating, I must have taken a pebble or something like that. The skateboard disappeared under my feet, and I flew forward. I scraped my knee like an 8-year-old child and hurt my wrist. It swelled up after a few hours. I went to the hospital, and fortunately, it was only a wrist sprain, nothing broken. The next day I tried to surf again, but I couldn’t because of the pain in my wrist when I was trying to get up on the board.

Peace, it happens. At least I still got some nice waves lying on the board.

Fuerteventura has beautiful landscapes! From giant sand beaches that look like an image you choose to put as a background for your PC to volcanos with stunning views that, at some point, it seem to be on Mars. During the afternoon, we had plenty of time to explore all these places, and yes, they were all breathtaking.

I have too many photos that I would like to show you, but I don’t think it makes much sense to upload them all. Otherwise, I would spoil you too much. The thing I liked the most was that, in all these places we were visiting, there was no soul. There were zero tourists. Maybe we met some local people who just wanted to be left in peace. And indeed, places like that do just that; they calm your soul. Silence or good company and a breathtaking view. You don’t need anything else.

I think this was all thanks to the guys who were taking us around. They’ve been living there for a while, so they knew about those magic spots. In fact, many times, to reach these places, we took awful dirt roads. But it was worth it each time. So if you ever go to Fuerte, I suggest you get carried around by someone who lives there. Otherwise, you will likely end up in crowded tourist places.

Another super cool thing we did was to go to a concert that was basically located in a desert. It was one of the most extraordinary things I’ve ever done in my life! To get there, we took a good half-hour drive on a dirt road and all around the place where the concert was held, there were campers and vans parked. I’m not sure, but I think that the band that played were Jamaican. The genre was a mixture of rock and reggae. I don’t listen to this kind of music, but despite this, I loved it. It was after the concert that the real party began, with hard techno. At a certain point, it also began to rain. Imagine a few hundred people moving their heads violently in the rain in a desert. F**king amazing!🤯

In conclusion, I’d like to tell you about the people I met there. On the first day at the surf house, I found out that they were all at least five years older than me, which, I have to admit, scared me a little. But it hasn’t been a day since I realised that age doesn’t matter.

The cool thing was that we came from different cities, and each of us had a specific reason for choosing to have such an experience. In the end, I have to say it; it takes courage to leave, knowing you will live in a house with foreigners in a remote village. On the other hand, this is also a positive thing; it’s a kind of natural selection of people you’ll meet. I think it would be hard to meet the fussy and choosy one or the one who complains about everything in a surf house.

There were also people actually living there! And I made myself tell all these stories, of those who decided to move to Fuerte and live like this every day. And there were good ones that made me reconsider certain aspects of my life; my priorities and the things I should value the most. They left a mark on me.

We were all similar, after all. Young, open to know new people, happy to share, have fun, laugh, and enjoy nature and time together—those who by far prefer watching the sunset with a beer instead of a fancy party with fireworks. Fuerte is not an “Ibiza-style” island. No fancy parties, no yachts, expensive dinners or clothes, no famous DJs. Fuerte is raw, dry (literally) and without filters.

Guys, if any of you is reading this blog, thank you very much. It was amazing! And I apologise if I was very silent at the beginning, haha.

Love you!🫶🏼

The last thing I would like to tell you is that after Fuerte, I really want to get a tattoo. Some people I met there had some beautiful ones. But I’m still undecided about what and where to get tattooed. Sooner or later, the time will come (sorry mom).

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Hi!🙋🏼‍♂️

After this wonderful definition of what a wild spirit is, let me tell you about my adventure in Fuerte; the experience that awakened my wild spirit.

Everything began back in February when my stress level was at an all-time high.

I celebrated my New Year’s Eve with a group of friends and, without any surprise, I got Covid. I spent two weeks barricaded in my room because, in the city where I study, I live together with two other students. Of course, they didn’t even want to hear me. I was feeling bad, lonely, and I was doing nothing but sleep. Guess what! I had three exams to take in a week or so, and I hadn’t opened a book since before Christmas… I started studying day and night, and although I was putting in a lot of effort I was struggling to focus and my motivation was zero. And in addition to all this, I was fantasizing about a girl. So you can imagine my exam grades…🤦🏼‍♂️

I noticed that, especially when I’m stressed, I tend to be very impulsive. With a “f*** you everybody” attitude, I decided I’d like to travel alone and started looking for a crazy adventure. It hasn’t been two days, and I booked a week with random people in a surf house in Fuerteventura for the Easter holidays. And I did it without telling anyone, not even my parents.

Two weeks passed, and the war started in Ukraine. I was reading about it and watching videos of what was going on there, and I began to feel sad and ashamed. While boys like me went to war, I was planning to surf in the Canary Islands. Back then, everyone thought this was not going to last more than a month or two, so I decided to move everything to July, which cost me almost double. Another impulsive decision…

I called my mom to tell her all this. She was super mad at me since I hadn’t told her anything and told me how that same week in July, she was planning for a family&friends big reunion dinner. “You are always away from home, and even when you don’t have lessons, and you could spend some time with us at home, you decide to travel” — cit. mom

Aaaaaaaa, I didn’t know what to do!🙍🏼‍♂️

A lot of other things happened in the meantime (which I’ll tell you about) and in the end, we found a solution.

At first glance, the place was quite disappointing. I landed in Puerto del Rosario, a city in the middle-east of the island, where I found out Fuerte isn’t as warm and cosy as I thought. The opposite indeed; cloudly and windy. With a hoodie on, it was almost cold.

A smiling, dishevelled girl picked me up at the airport. She was very friendly and brought me to the house in the village of surfers where I was staying for the week. The place was north, so we had to do half an hour drive. The type of landscape was totally new to me, almost alien. I wasn’t used to a place with literally zero green things, without a tree. Stones, volcanoes, sand, sea and more stones. But in some way, it was fascinating.

When we arrived at the surf-house, the whole group was already there. Four young guys were living there, and then we were a group of six who came there on vacation. The mood was fantastic right away. We were strangers, but we all wanted to have fun, enjoy nature and learn how to surf. One dinner together, some beers and we all got along—ten random young people in a house in a remote village in Fuerte. I was getting so excited!

It worked like this: we lived together in a pretty big house and shared everything there was (rooms, bathroom, kitchen, food, cars and sofas). Every morning we had a surf lecture, and in the afternoon, we went to explore the island with two Fiat Pandas 4x4!

Although I would like to structure this “article” in a diary way and describe my Fuerte experience day by day, I don’t think I’m able to do it. I’m writing this a month later, so I forgot many details. I’m going to tell you about the things that I loved the most and that I hope to remember forever. Well, actually, that’s also the point of my blog. Next time I’ll take notes, haha.

It’s not as easy as many people think, and no, I didn’t surf the big waves you see on TV. In fact, in the first two lessons, we only practised on the foams, so when the wave has already “broken” and is, therefore, less “strong”. Before the practical lessons, we also had a more theoretical one. I apologise in advance for having forgotten all the technical terms, haha. What surprised me was that behind the simple riding of a wave on a board, there is almost a science. Not every day there are waves, and not every beach has waves. It is essential to interpret well the currents, the wind, the seafloor of the beach, the length of the period between the waves etc. Plus, not every wave is surfable. You have to be good at “reading” the waves to be able to find the ideal one and surf it well. Identifying the strength, the head, and the shoulder of the wave is the key, and also very difficult.

So yeah, in the beginning, it’s a mess. My first two days were terrible and not fun at all. I would catch one wave out of five, and if lucky, one out of three times I could get up. But it wasn’t a big thing to get up, since after a few seconds I fell anyway because I lost my balance. One foot a bit more forward or backwards, or too right or left, ruins everything and you get a slap from the ocean.

BUT, when you finally catch a nice wave, you feel the strong thrust behind you, you get up, and you ride it for more than 10 seconds; well, even though the wave is small and not the TV’s one, it’s beautiful. It’s hard to describe the feeling. You feel you can go together with something you can’t control. You feel the Nature, and at that moment, you forget everything, you are mindful, and temporarily everything is perfect; in balance on something unbalanced. I don’t know if it makes sense, haha, but simply put, it’s super cool. You’re there, trying all day long, and when you finally make it, it’s a WOW.

Unfortunately, my surfing experience ended earlier than expected…

On the fourth day, we went surf-skating in the afternoon. The surf skate is also super fun. In short, while I was skating, I must have taken a pebble or something like that. The skateboard disappeared under my feet, and I flew forward. I scraped my knee like an 8-year-old child and hurt my wrist. It swelled up after a few hours. I went to the hospital, and fortunately, it was only a wrist sprain, nothing broken. The next day I tried to surf again, but I couldn’t because of the pain in my wrist when I was trying to get up on the board.

Peace, it happens. At least I still got some nice waves lying on the board.

Fuerteventura has beautiful landscapes! From giant sand beaches that look like an image you choose to put as a background for your PC to volcanos with stunning views that, at some point, it seem to be on Mars. During the afternoon, we had plenty of time to explore all these places, and yes, they were all breathtaking.

I have too many photos that I would like to show you, but I don’t think it makes much sense to upload them all. Otherwise, I would spoil you too much. The thing I liked the most was that, in all these places we were visiting, there was no soul. There were zero tourists. Maybe we met some local people who just wanted to be left in peace. And indeed, places like that do just that; they calm your soul. Silence or good company and a breathtaking view. You don’t need anything else.

I think this was all thanks to the guys who were taking us around. They’ve been living there for a while, so they knew about those magic spots. In fact, many times, to reach these places, we took awful dirt roads. But it was worth it each time. So if you ever go to Fuerte, I suggest you get carried around by someone who lives there. Otherwise, you will likely end up in crowded tourist places.

Another super cool thing we did was to go to a concert that was basically located in a desert. It was one of the most extraordinary things I’ve ever done in my life! To get there, we took a good half-hour drive on a dirt road and all around the place where the concert was held, there were campers and vans parked. I’m not sure, but I think that the band that played were Jamaican. The genre was a mixture of rock and reggae. I don’t listen to this kind of music, but despite this, I loved it. It was after the concert that the real party began, with hard techno. At a certain point, it also began to rain. Imagine a few hundred people moving their heads violently in the rain in a desert. F**king amazing!🤯

In conclusion, I’d like to tell you about the people I met there. On the first day at the surf house, I found out that they were all at least five years older than me, which, I have to admit, scared me a little. But it hasn’t been a day since I realised that age doesn’t matter.

The cool thing was that we came from different cities, and each of us had a specific reason for choosing to have such an experience. In the end, I have to say it; it takes courage to leave, knowing you will live in a house with foreigners in a remote village. On the other hand, this is also a positive thing; it’s a kind of natural selection of people you’ll meet. I think it would be hard to meet the fussy and choosy one or the one who complains about everything in a surf house.

There were also people actually living there! And I made myself tell all these stories, of those who decided to move to Fuerte and live like this every day. And there were good ones that made me reconsider certain aspects of my life; my priorities and the things I should value the most. They left a mark on me.

We were all similar, after all. Young, open to know new people, happy to share, have fun, laugh, and enjoy nature and time together—those who by far prefer watching the sunset with a beer instead of a fancy party with fireworks. Fuerte is not an “Ibiza-style” island. No fancy parties, no yachts, expensive dinners or clothes, no famous DJs. Fuerte is raw, dry (literally) and without filters.

Guys, if any of you is reading this blog, thank you very much. It was amazing! And I apologise if I was very silent at the beginning, haha.

Love you!🫶🏼

The last thing I would like to tell you is that after Fuerte, I really want to get a tattoo. Some people I met there had some beautiful ones. But I’m still undecided about what and where to get tattooed. Sooner or later, the time will come (sorry mom).

Thank you for reading this article! If you want to support me, consider subscribing! You can associate an email to your wallet to get my new articles directly in your inbox! If you have a question or suggestion, or you just want to connect, DM me on Twitter and I will be happy to chat with you! 🙋🏼‍♂️