published in THE ACCIDENTAL EXTREMIST
Within a week of my arrival to Playa Gigante—a small fishing village of 500 people on the Pacific coast of Nicaragua, where I moved to teach English—I already have a friend. Jamie, a wiry, energetic Nicaraguan, offers to teach me how to surf if I teach him how to speak English.
A deal is made. We head to the beach.
“Ready!?” yells Jamie as he runs to the water and back-flips into an incoming wave.