I was planning to post when I found out whether or not I'll be an instructor in Baha. Well the stakes have fooled me. Apparently this position is more of a rigorous process than I thought. They had to narrow down the twenty applicants to six people. I made those cuts and had a phone interview and sent in a few pics of me windsurfing. Now I'm in the running out of three people, and it's coming down to the recommendations. It's been a solid month since I've first applied, and it's all I can think about. If I am chosen, I have to learn Spanish and waterstarting in three months. I am confident that I'm capable of this, but I'm still in the running and it's eating me up inside. In the meantime, I've created a paid weekend packed full of fun that others would pay to get out of. This coming Saturday is a surf clinic taught by Quiksilver and Roxy pros, located three hours away from my house and beginning at 8:30. Following this is a large pasta dinner to get ready for my mini-triathlon on Sunday. 1/2 mile swim, 10 mile bike ride then a 3.2 mile run. This is my version of a weekend bender. Maybe I'll throw in a windsurfing session on Friday and call it even. Hopefully, I'll find out if my winter will be filled with Tacos, Deserts and brown Christmas trees... oh and five months full of high winds and killer windsurfing. It may become quite the hard knock life. Cheers.