Let's start at the end and work backward. We're at an amazing little surf spot int the south of France, Biarritz. This is straight up Disney. I'm looking at a castle hanging off a cliff over the ocean. It's gorgeous. Nice waves. Hit me in the face with a baguette. The getting here has been tough going, though. Let me set the stage for you. About 48 hours ago we all woke up before sunrise to get to LAX and get this circus on the road. Joel, Scott & his son Julian, Nolan, Al, Tod & Jenna, Pickle, Dane G., Andrew, and I were all traveling together. Two flights, a bomb scare in Paris, a missed flight, a bus trip, another delay, another flight. As of right now, all of us smell like hot trash. All luggage and boards are lost. Oh, hell yeah. Joel Tudor Duct Tape Body Surfing Invitational.
Other notable notes? There were about 50 high schoolers from Mexico on one of our flights. The girls were totally trying to kick it,"We're 16, but 18." Bad kids. I'm telling their moms.
Everything's going to work out. I'm having cafe au lait and croissants with Harrison and Pickle. It's breakfast. Jared Mell just walked by with a cheetah printed raft screaming,"i almost just got a ticket here! They came up and said, 'You have to have a leash! You have to have to respect the rules in France!', so I was like, 'Shaka!!!!! Whooooo!"