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My son is 18 in three days, which has set me to thinking and dreaming.  What a magical crossroads to come to.  He still has one year of high school left and the big question that everyone asks him (and us) is “will he go to college”…  hard question for a kid who learned his alphabet from letter shaped rocks on a New Zealand coastline and algebra from sorting bugs in South Africa.  From the moment he was born, we packed him up and carted him off to surf locations around the globe – a true endless summer – holding school sessions on picnic tables, at the beach, in the car, or in airplanes… I watch fondly as parents proudly post about their kids first day back to school and lament that summer is over – I smile because I know summer is never really over – it is summer somewhere in the world every day of the year!

Did we save for a college fund for our son?  No…  Have we hired special tutors for bettering his chances for scoring higher on the SATs and ACT?  Nope…  Have we expounded the virtues of spending a ton of money for further education?  Not really…

So, what’s a boy to do?  Well, I guess he could LEARN…  Learn to cook his own meals and wash his own clothes – learn to manage his time and his finances – learn to read a map – learn a new language (or two) and practice it in residence – learn how to buy a bus ticket in a far away land…

Do I want him to go to college?  Yes (I think so…)   I don’t really want him to suffer thru more years of algebra or chemistry, but I do want him to be surrounded by other young adults that are THINKING and LEARNING and PLANNING for a better future for themselves and the world.  I want him to have a strong foundation of learning and be able to write convincing letters and argue soundly and intelligently his points.  I want him to know enough math to manage his finances and not get ripped off by others.

So anyone know of a great little surf school accepting applicants from a mellow member of the endless summer tribe not real keen on algebra?

Taking suggestions while waiting for the surf to roll in!

Besos!  Susan

Two Brothers Surf Resort, Nicaragua

 

“Before you try and change the world, let the world change you.” -Semester at Sea Saying

 

 

I don’t really send mail in Nicaragua – the post office is this great corner building in RIVAS – an old colonial building with the entrance sliced diagonally across the corner closest to the street, exposing the two foot thick adobe mud walls.  Inside its dark and cool with just a small glass case of colorful stamps bearing the images of Nicaraguan birds, and insects and fauna and a dark, worn, wooden counter flanked by numbered post boxes.  Our number was 28, the key was on a plastic keychain with an old 50s pinup photo, but it has been years since the box has received any mail.  When we first moved to Nicaragua my mother-in-law would send newspaper articles and birthday cards.  The boys would receive letters covered in hearts from girls at the school they were no longer attending in the states.  I would get postcards from friends travelling other far flung places with postmarks that went back weeks even months.  After a couple of years the mail stopped coming or just got more irregular.  We stopped checking for mail and we most likely neglected the rent on the box.  I should check for mail, maybe there’s something in there waiting to be picked up.  There is nothing better than a handwritten note, postmarked from a far-flung location with an exotic stamp!

Besos y Abrazos de Nicaragua,

Susan, Two Brothers Surf Resort