Luckily for us Lafitenia played out on both ends of the adventure spectrum. At one end is the excitement of exploring new places each day and at the other is patience to observe what is under your nose, staying put to see things in the best light. The quaint beauty of Lafitenia hit a note with us earlier on our journey although the surf was non existent and we saw it only on one day.
The swells around hurricane Joaquin were on route across the Atlantic whilst our forward march across northern Spain was under way. Heavy with expectation for the swell, it became a question of where best to intercept these long awaited waves.
The boggling array of location choices was a tricky call, surf conditions played a major role. In the end our soft spot for Lafitenia came up trumps, this involved a tough to swallow 2hr drive and €30 toll back to where we had come from. Would it be worth it?
The first waves arrived with wind. Big choppy waves are difficult enough to negotiate without Lafitenia's renowned steps in the take off. Apart from the size there really wasn't much to be encouraged about, however, the crowds still came.
The waves cleaned up over the next couple of days and as they did more and more people flocked to the point break.
At its best there were some double overhead sets with rides all the way into the shorebreak but it wasn't as good as that might suggest. The initial part of the wave is the only part with any kind of steepness and even then sometimes the steps makes it impossible. Then the middle section of the wave was so fat and slow that those with lower volume boards struggled.
And if you got a wave alone, you were then faced with more obstructions than a rush hour walk through Oxford street, it was chaos.
All in all, it was fun to see the point light up but it wasn't much fun to surf it.