Roberto, Spanish windsurf instructor on Fuerteventura.

Roberto watches the shells left on the wet sand by the undertow.
Today seems calm.

Not the best for today's lessons. He thinks scraping his curly brown hair.

Hopefully it will pick up.

"Let's see who we have today."
He exclaims opening his laptop and looking at his shedule for the day.

27 August

9:00 Alejandro and Maria.
10:30 Kevin, Jonas and Brad.
12:00 Christine.
13:00 Lunch
14:00 Peter and Julia
15:30 Elisabetta and Claudia.
16:00 ____
17:00 ____

He draws a line on the tree o'clock lesson.
To his much displasure, Elisabetta and Claudia canceled with a message this morning.

"Pity, those two were smoking hot." He says to himself.

They actually gave him the impression to like him during yesterday lesson, always teasing and playing the dumb with him.

"Roberto, can you help me to lift it? I need a strong man here... Roberto, catch me i'm gonna fall..." He mocks them.
"Well, at least they had the courtesy to cancel."

He was used to girls threating him like a toy, a mere amusement for their vacation.
And he liked it.
They used him, and he used them.
It was the big plus of this work.

He had always loved the sea.
When four years ago, after his dregree, he he left his life in Malaga to come here, no one understood.
Not his parents.
Not his friends.
No one.
At first it was to forget about Elena. But eventually he found his true self between theese waves.

"Better get ready, Alejandro and Maria should be here soon."
While he starts to prepare the gear for today's lessons, someone knocks on the wall of his shack.