We were in Lisbon for Jack’s Bachelor surprise trip. He was clueless and didn’t suspected at all we were planning this trip.

His fiancee helped the groomsmen organize and – since two of them works in the same office – they even involved his boss; she blocked his planner with fake meetings to avoid someone else or the groom himself scheduling something on the Friday we were leaving.

He was really stressed about those meetings. He wore his best suit and even brought a tie in the backpack. He understood everything only when his best man stopped him on the way out of the garage, wearing her shorts and holding a sign.

I should have joined them in the evening, but my flight was delayed to the day after, so I landed just in time to get to the Surf lesson we booked for Saturday morning. It was the first time for almost everyone of us.

To begin the warm-up, the teacher asked us to form a circle, take our neighbour by hand, rise left leg up and push our weight backwards.

The teacher – you can recognize him on the drawing by the yellow t-shirt he’s wearing over the swimsuit – granted me a nickname for the following days: “muchacho mustacho”.