Don’t Judge An Experience Until You’ve Surfed It
I wasn’t sure that I would be able to recognize him; but his Volkswagen hippie van was unmistakable.
It sputtered up to us in the quiet Vina del Mar city centre twenty minutes behind schedule, painted from hood to tailgate in a blue wave.
Pato got out and greeted us warmly, smiling from ear to ear, as stoked as we were about going surfing. He was older than I had expected; and he radiated a calm vitality that could only come from someone who was doing what they loved most.