Water for my poor soul

Sitting at Philadelphia Airport while waiting for a 2 hours delayed flight to Baltimore, killing time by looking back at the last few days. I gave in to the US style of life and rented myself a car, even though I didn't really need one, and just like that life got comfortable. Car and all my body is still acing after 2 days of sightseeing in Newport, I guess all I really did was to surf and God(!) it was good to surf again, too long since last time.

A view I have been waiting for, Second Beach Newport

I was surfing until my arms killed me and the seams on my surf shorts cracked completely,
 leaving me with very little privacy... fortunately I had a big surfboard to hide behind
while scrambling up to the car for a well deserved break and some photography...

Now where am I supposed to clean myself?

Seagull keeping a close eye on the fisherman in the background

I stayed as the only guest at Newports only hostel owned by an older lady, and as I kept saying she looked young to be on the safe side she took me out to enjoy some live salsa music in town last night, good stuff. The town itself is beautiful and when the surf dropped at lunch today I did some driving around to check out the historic sailboat surroundings and fill my share of nice views.

Lots and lots and lots of nice sailboats everywhere

I have a feeling I will come back here again, its really nice in Newport. On monday it looks like swell surfing on the Maryland coast, might have to revise my schedule.