June 28th: Two electric foil sessions, starting with SUP surfing.

Today was another electric foil lesson with a handle.
But this time, it wouldn't end there.
I also wanted to try SUP surfing, which I'd been a little curious about for a while,
so I decided to take two consecutive lessons, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.
Since the ultimate goal is also wave riding with Wing Foil, this is a very important mission.
On a morning when the sea breeze caressed my cheeks,
a day that felt a little like an adventure began.

First, the morning SUP session.
I had ridden it a little for fun once before,
but when the instructor taught me again how to hold the paddle, how to paddle, and how to stand,
I was surprised, thinking, "Is it really this different?"
Indeed, in anything, there's a world you can't see when you do it your own way.
I felt that the fundamentals are truly the shortest route to enjoyment.

When I floated on the sea in the correct posture,
just that seemed to align my core.
Each time the board moved up and down with the gentle swells,
my awareness stretched out to the distant horizon.
Just standing on the sea was so calm and pleasant.
If I paddled out to sea, everyday life seemed small.
There were also people enjoying fishing on SUPs,
and I thought, "I want to try that someday."

Finally, practice riding small waves with the instructor's signal.
I lowered my hips and just kept my balance.
Even so, the moment the wave pushed the board up,
my body gently lifted.
It was an event of only a few seconds,
but a strange sense of exhilaration, as if I was running with the wave.
First-time experiences,
why do they make my heart tremble so much?

And then in the afternoon—back to electric Foil.
By the third time, I was definitely getting used to it.
My hand gripping the throttle no longer hesitated.
The board left the water surface and smoothly lifted.
The wind caressed my shoulders, and the waves quietly made way.
Now I could continue riding stably,
and for large turns, I could even glide through them.

The sense of balance sharpened during the morning's SUP session,
was definitely alive and active in the afternoon's sea session.
A feeling of unity, as if my body was communicating with the sea.
"Next time, I might even be able to do it without a handle."
I felt such a sure response that I thought that.

Embraced by the wind and waves,
today, one more step,
I felt as if I had gained my own wings.

The beach house is almost complete, isn't it? I'm looking forward to its opening in July (though I won't go).