Of all the hard days, the first was by and large the hardest. What you see in the picture is an energized Freddy, but it’s one that emerged from a rain-soaked tent at four in the morning without having caught a single Z. The cherished magic hour of photographers, one in which the entire landscape shines with a mystical blue light, doesn’t wait for the guy with the camera. Because of that, preparation was the key to making everything run smoothly. And that’s what it did. Only the trick, the backside nose grind, a routine trick in any skater’s arsenal, would not cooperate. The first attempt launched my board right into the water, and almost brought me along with it. Finally, with a blessing from the Statue of Imperia herself, we got it. Words could not describe the relief I felt because this blessing came with a history. Only the greatest and boldest vie for her grace. A single wave from her could cost one their life or bless one with great luck.
Now the journey could start.