La dolce vita.
I’m in Milan, now, sun rising through the cool mist covering the ground. It will be a beautiful day, no doubt, because beauty is everywhere in Italy, wafting from every pasta dish, emanating from every tailored suit jacket.
My rosy outlook wasn’t always so pink, however. The run from San Diego, California, to that first stop high in the Dolomites was arduous enough to dull the shine though I powered through with gentle encouragement from my personal digital fitness and health coach.
It all began on stage, dressed as Mother Ginger, stress bubbling. My young daughter and I had a Milan-bound flight, via Zurich, four hours after final curtain out of LAX. A silly mission but we had to make it and so as soon as those Bon Bons took their bow I dropped the dress on the floor, as if it had been occupied by a ghost, grabbed daughter and race car drove entering Tom Bradley Terminal in full makeup with two hours to spare.
A miracle and I had to continually check my vitals to make certain I was still alive.
Next came the flight, crammed into a middle seat with a terrible boy in front of me who insisted on slamming his seat back into my knees causing me to bump in causing his mother to scream expletives at me while those around whipped out their cell phones to film.
No sleep and I continually checked my vitals to see how no sleep affected recovery.
Next came the Zurich layover and the stress of properly filling out new Covid questionnaires, hoping the answers are correct etc. followed by a quick flight to Milan and stress about navigating the new no Covid “green pass.”
No sleep still though my vitals were steady which gave me confidence that I had more in the tank.
Car rented, bags tetrised, boards strapped to roof, out on to the Italian highways and byways, avoiding the many traffic cameras, stopping for many espressos, arriving in Cortina 6 hours later no sleep but more alive than I had ever been WHOOPED to the very max.
Encouragement, friends, is vastly underrated.
I was hoping for “Surf Journalist Shreds Wild Dolomiti Couloir In Boot Deep Powder”. Guess that was wishful thinking.. Glad your okay though.
‘Im in Milan now’ FUCK OFF
Have you ever been to Milan?
Place sucks.
Yeah
Not exactly my favourite Disney cartoon either
The Lion King is waaay better…
Nah havnt done any of europe yet. I just really like the us and hawaii ive still got so much yet to see
I was given marching orders by 3 cops dressed in Armani uniforms in Milan for my combi being a foot length into no standing zone …… as I saw em walk off in rear view mirror one of em stood in dog shit ,I chuckled merrily and drove to Zurich
I think its adorable that Chas’ wife allows him to pretend he’s working while on vacation.
“Be right there, just need to fire off a few emails”
*rolls eyes*
I think it’s adorable that Chas’s wife allows him to pretend he’s working while at home…
Beach Grit is currently equal parts Chas’s private journal, Whoop infomercial, Covid clickbait, Shark porn, and Ben Marcus’s “journalistic” bowel movements. But here I am.
You forgot Surfline Man.
And Jonah Hill stalker page.
Chas went after that story like a shark feeding on a dead whale.
Hahahahahahahahaahahaa!!!!!
Comment of the year!
Still a full month until Pipe starts