BECOMING A KITEGIRL
“I WISH I COULD GIVE YOU AN INSPIRING REASON AS TO WHY KITING CAME INTO MY LIFE, BUT IT REALLY WAS FOR THE MOST EYE-ROLLING, DECIDEDLY UN-GIRL-POWER REASON YOU COULD THINK OF: I WANTED TO IMPRESS A BOY.”
Standing on the shoreline of Los Barriles, Baja California Sur, Mexico on a warm January morning, my then-new-boyfriend looked at me, bewildered, as I sobbed like a child; snot and tears running down my zinc-covered chin onto my brand new pink Roxy wetsuit.
“I thought this is what you wanted?” he shouted above the wind and waves, genuinely perplexed at the turn of events. Just an hour earlier I had excitedly helped him run lines and pump up his Cabrinha Switchblade before running inside to suit up for my first kiting travel adventure.
I tried to choke out some sensible explanation through my sobs but, to be honest, the
