
{"id":32504,"date":"2017-11-14T16:50:53","date_gmt":"2017-11-14T22:50:53","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/?p=32504"},"modified":"2025-03-03T10:58:15","modified_gmt":"2025-03-03T16:58:15","slug":"mama-catchs-a-wave","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/mama-catchs-a-wave\/","title":{"rendered":"&#8220;Mama&#8221; Catch&#8217;s a Wave"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span class=\"s1\" style=\"font-size: 1rem;\"><img fetchpriority=\"high\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-32505 size-medium alignleft\" src=\"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Bar-shot-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" srcset=\"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Bar-shot-300x225.jpg 300w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Bar-shot-768x576.jpg 768w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Bar-shot.jpg 960w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/span><span class=\"s1\">By Natasha Feduik<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">After taking different groups to Witch&#8217;s Rock Surf Camp over a few years, certain people in my life started to ask, \u201cWhen&#8217;s the next surf trip?\u201d \u00a0\u201cWhen can I go?\u201d \u00a0The last time, it was my family. So, this past January, the Feduik&#8217;s took WRSC by storm. My siblings, nieces, nephew, friends, and even my 73-year old mother headed down to Tamarindo. \u00a0My sister and her husband were celebrating their 50<\/span><span class=\"s2\"><sup>th<\/sup><\/span><span class=\"s1\"> birthdays by learning to surf. \u00a0My nieces and nephew were determined to hone their skills, as they had all surfed in the past, but wanted to get better. \u00a0Friends who had listened to my surf tales for years finally decided to give it a try. \u00a0So, with everyone at a different skill level, I thought it would be challenging to accommodate it all, but everyone at camp made it easy as pie.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">We left New York in a nor\u2019easter that dumped a foot of snow on the runways. Some of the group was stuck in LaGuardia for almost a day. But finally, we arrived in hot, sunny Tamarindo, just in time to decompress from the holidays. I was greeted by old friends that I met over many years and many visits. The staff made my family feel like they had been there time and time again, as well. \u00a0They did their best to accommodate our wide array of age groups and skill levels, and still managed to keep the family together. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Two of us, my nephew and I, were in the intermediate group, and traveled daily to other surf breaks with Pako and friends. \u00a0Every day, upon our arrival at camp, our group had expanded. \u00a0Mom, my sister and brother-in-law, and my friends had befriended people that had met around camp or in their lessons. \u00a0Mom became the camp cheerleader, and if she didn&#8217;t travel with the intermediate group, stayed \u201chome\u201d to cheer on the beginners. \u00a0Whether she knew them or not. \u00a0Within a day, every instructor and staff member greeted my mother as \u201cMama\u201d every time they saw her. \u00a0Before I knew it, they had all been invited for Christmas, and to visit my parents in Connecticut whenever they could. <\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">One day, after returning from surfing at Avellanas, I saw one of my friends, instructor Andre, walking out towards the shoreline with my mother and a paddle board, followed by my entire family and friends from around camp. \u00a0\u201cMama\u201d had mentioned how she was determined to try surfing, to see what all the hoopla was about, and Andre wasn&#8217;t going to let her down. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-32509 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"800\" srcset=\"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing.png 800w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-200x200.png 200w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-300x300.png 300w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-768x768.png 768w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-60x60.png 60w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/>\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0<img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-32510 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-2.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"800\" height=\"800\" srcset=\"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-2.png 800w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-2-200x200.png 200w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-2-300x300.png 300w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-2-768x768.png 768w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Mama-Goes-Surfing-2-60x60.png 60w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 800px) 100vw, 800px\" \/><\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">As we all stood on the beach with cameras in hand and baited breaths, Mom stood up on that board and got into position. \u00a0Granted, it was a flat day and there weren&#8217;t any waves to ride it, but she did it. \u00a0It was such a great moment, and knew she was in good hands with the three instructors helping her. \u00a0We knew they wouldn&#8217;t let anything happen to her, and she enjoyed the challenge that she conquered. \u00a0When she walked out of the water, hugging Andre with all her might, all she could say was, \u201cYou just wait. \u00a0Next time I&#8217;m going to do it for real.\u201d \u00a0It was at that very moment that I realized I was part of the Witch&#8217;s Rock family, and they were part of mine.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-32506 size-full\" src=\"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Ziplining-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"960\" height=\"638\" srcset=\"http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Ziplining-1.jpg 960w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Ziplining-1-300x199.jpg 300w, http:\/\/164.68.121.224\/wrsc\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/11\/Ziplining-1-768x510.jpg 768w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 960px) 100vw, 960px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>By Natasha Feduik After taking different groups to Witch&#8217;s Rock Surf Camp over a few years, certain people in my life started to ask, \u201cWhen&#8217;s the next surf trip?\u201d \u00a0\u201cWhen can I go?\u201d \u00a0The last time, it was my family. 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