France // Caraïbos Lacanau Pro - Everything started from a picture

I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides - D. Stojanovic

A few months ago I saw a nice picture taken by a girl I met in Pyrmont (Sydney). It was just
a view of a fence some grass and sand with the sea in the back.

The caption was "Lacanau-Océan" and I told to myself, my next trip will be there. Honestly I am saying that about many other places and I would have never thought it was going to happen this year.

Well, Ryanair has played a part in that ;)

Lacanau Pro  -20th August 2017

My sister and I got there on the last day of the Lacanau Pro, which is a surf competition held in Lacanau every year and it attracts many sufers and fans from all over the world.

The first edition was in 1979 and it usually takes place in mid-August. It is one of the steps to the World Qualifying Series (WQS), which will then lead to the World Championship Tour (WCT).

Needless to say that the power of the ocean has always had some magic spell on me. Though with big waves, I love the peace within the water.

We got no troubles... life is bubbles under the sea. - Sebastian

The two winners of this year's Lacanau Pro were Philippa Anderson (Australia) and Marc Lacomare (France).

Philippa

Marc

Philippa is an enfant prodige, grown up in South Africa deeply in love with her element (ed. the Ocean) while Marc is winning whatever.

...and the ocean taught her how to drown in all the things bigger than herself. - R.M. Drake

He said: Surfing's one of the few sports that you look ahead to see what's behind. - L. Hamilton

--- oUr sToRy----

We didn't try to surf... too hard ... we just enjoyed the sea and the beautiful wind of a Summer afternoon ;) --- as you can watch in our funny video ;)

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
admit impediments. Love is not love
which alters when it alteration finds,
or brends with the remover to remove.

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
that looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand'ring bark,
whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.

Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even to the edge of doom.

                                                 If this be error and upon me prov'd,
                                                 I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd.

                                                                                               (Sonnet 116 - W. Shakespeare)