There is an old proverb that tells us that "The shoemaker's children always go barefoot." I thought about it today, as I contemplated the ocean from my wide living room window. The reason why this emerged from my mind is because I have an old personal theory that somehow relates this ancient saying to my surfing life. The concept behind the proverb is actually available in several world cultures. In Portuguese, the closest adage is "Em casa de ferreiro, espeto de pau," which translates to "In the blacksmith's house, a wooden skewer." There are also similar versions in Spanish and French. But here's where I want to go: I think that it has been statistically relevant to me that surfers who live within walking distance to the beach or to their home breaks tend, with time, to surf less than they would if they lived inland and in the countryside. My point is that the more we're given the things we love in life, the more we appreciate them...