When my son was young and we first moved to Popoyo, he surfed a little local break called Paranoias were the young Nicas from the village would walk from town to Popoyo along the river bank. All of the kids were about ten to twelve and the only words they could manage to communicate were “grande olas” (big waves) and tiburon (shark!). They laughed a lot and snaked plenty of waves from each other. My son was having so much fun being included in their banter that he proudly announced one day that his new Nica buddies now called him a local… What they actually said was “el is loco”, which to his young gringo ears sounded to him like “he rips like a local!’