Days go by, time ticks, trees grow and get dry. Non surf related thoughts passes from left lobe to right lobe all day long and a blurry vision of waves ¨rights and lefts¨ peel in front of my nose as I sip from my cup of tea. A little town called Ciruelo is where Punta Marfil lies. If you believe in lepricons and UFO´s this is the place to be or if you are a star reader. Pointing down south, next to the continental shelf you can find world class fishing spot Los Frailes and next to it this lonely peeling wave.
