Soon, however, one of the Israeli surfers said, "Hey, I saw an old British-looking anchor a few hundred meters out to sea the other day. Wanna go get it?" And because none of us had anything better to do, we barreled down to the sandy shores of the Mediterranean with paddle boards and rope to fetch this iron object.
(At least we thought it was British. Does anyone have academic authority Mediterranean anchors? Hehe.)Perhaps my favorite part of this day was when I was sitting on one of my new friends rooftops drinking some more of this strange yet delicious fruit juice. I had noticed earlier in the day that this young man, likely in his twenty's, had an Arabic accent. I asked him about it and he said, "Nam (yes in Arabic), my father is Palestinian Catholic and my mother is Dutch. In fact, we've always wanted to write a surf story about our 'mixed community' here in Haifa. Both Jews and Arab are friends and surf here together." I gasped at his remark, this is exactly the kind of story I want to write for The Surfers Journal! “So,” he said, gesturing with his welcoming hand, “take good notes and make sure to write our story so Americans can read it.”