Europe
From frigid, offshore wind-kissed lines wrapping around Nordic headlands in the North Sea (sans crowd) to sunny French beachbreaks in Hossegor to Portuguese reefs and forested Basque Country coves...to sum up surfing in Europe is impossible. Simply put: every country has its thing. Its own language, its own, distinct culture, its own dance and rhythm and cuisine and complex communities of surfers. Romantic, cobblestone streets leading to a fun split-peak? Check. Empty righthander draining beyond the castle in the foreground? Check. Move freely between nations in the European Union while you chase a swell from France through Spain to Portugal—and beyond.
From frigid, offshore wind-kissed lines wrapping around Nordic headlands in the North Sea (sans crowd) to sunny French beachbreaks in Hossegor to Portuguese reefs and forested Basque Country coves...to sum up surfing in Europe is impossible. Simply put: every country has its thing. Its own language, its own, distinct culture, its own dance and rhythm and cuisine and complex communities of surfers. Romantic, cobblestone streets leading to a fun split-peak? Check. Empty righthander draining beyond the castle in the foreground? Check. Move freely between nations in the European Union while you chase a swell from France through Spain to Portugal—and beyond.
