Kitesoul Magazine #17 English Edition

standing on the sand. I put two leashes together,
clipped them on to her harness and told her to
bring the kite above her head and pull the bar.
Her little body was immediately air born and her
screams of terror turned into screams of joy. We
continued to do this over and over, until her dad
got irritated and forced us to get on the board.
She had absolutely no interested in this and I
whispered in her ear if she got up on the board
for her dad we could go flying again. Eventually
her lips started turning blue and I suggested we
go in the beach and warm up.
Once we got back, she ran over to her brother
and started building a sand castle. Her father
was so excited about having his daughter out
on the water he booked me all week for lessons.
I was flattered but at a complete lost on how I
was supposed to entertain this child who clearly
did not have the mental capacity to manage the
board and kite together. Distracted by my sudden
thirst for a beer I hugged the father and told him I
was excited to see them the following day.
Enjoying the last sip of my beer, I stared at the
three kites set up on the beach I still had to pack
up. Sluggishly I waddled over to the first kite careful
not to irritate my freshly chafed thighs any
further and began folding. Reflecting on the day, I
smiled to myself. It really is paradise and no matter
how tired and sore my body is, I love what I do.