Sydney, Australia. My most recent Oops story covered my attempts at surfing. While I was looking for photos for the post, I came across these images. Of course, I wanted evidence if I got up on the board during my first lesson. Kurt, my husband, was at our hotel while our daughter Kasey napped, so he was unavailable to snap photos.
I asked my friend Deb to take photos instead. I thought I had shown her the zoom function, but maybe not. When Deb told me that she got a picture, I envisioned an image of me looking badass on the board. What I didn’t expect was that you would not be able to identify me at all. I was grateful that Deb took photos, but Kurt probably could have looked out the window of our hotel and gotten the same shot. Below is an enlarged version in which you still can’t tell it’s me.
For some reason, my arm and hand look abnormally long in the photo above. Then I noticed that my once-again-extended arm looks quite short as I wave in the photo below.
Kurt took this shot of me wearing a Manly Surf School rash guard at the end of the lesson. And I look, manly, indeed! I’m a bit broad-shouldered and I joke about my alter ego, Helga, the East German swimmer. Actually, I think I look a bit more like a less bulky Fabio with a shirt on.