Dread Or Dead

I didn’t think I’d be the kind of person to surf. But something about the crystal-clear waves in Barbados and the relaxed, “you’ve got this” attitude of everyone I met convinced me to sign up for lessons at a Barbados surf school. Specifically, Dread or Dead Surf School, which came highly recommended. Here’s what that experience actually looked like – sunburns, sea turtles, wipeouts, and all. _____________________________________ 🌤️ Day 1: Nerves, Nose Dives, and New Friends The morning started with butterflies. I met my instructor, who immediately made me feel better by saying, “The goal is to fall and laugh; anything more is a bonus.” That broke the ice. We practised standing up on the sand for a bit, then hit the water. I fell off the board about 10 times, but the waves were gentle, and the instructor was always close by, cheering me on. By the end of the lesson, I had actually stood up (for, like, three seconds—but still)! I walked back to shore grinning like a maniac. ___________...