Same here..I live in Hungary and work in a fucking room 8hours a day. On Monday when I come here, at 8 o'clock I wish it was already friday, so that I can go to the lake (150km away). Of course I hate those weekends when there is not enoug hwind for my kites..that is riuned totally. What makes me not to loose any hope, is friends... they all windsurf or kite. So I wait "patiently" for the next weekend, and I am afraid, that november is here again, so I won't be able to kite for almost half a year!!! f*** can you imagine that??? I hate this fucked up land, hate my job, can't do what I like even in my freetime, and even my girlfriend makes drama all the time...how's gonna end this?? What am I still doing here?
Sometimed I think all I need is two palm trees, a bed hanging between...and wind..every day, whenever I want...Nice Dream (just like my 16m F-One Dream).. but this country is just not meant for dreaming.
Anyway, we gonna have 2 days of wind.. I'm looking forward to it, but it's gonna strengthen this feeling in me. So guys! All of you living by the ocean, say a BIG BIG prayer, you're not living here.
ps...if you make that hotel, can I be the one tiding the floor?