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Attempting Mount Fuji, where nature, religion, sport, and schlock form the most holy of alliances
To be a surfer girl in Maui is to be the luckiest of creatures. It means you’re beautiful and tan and ready to rip. It means you’ve caught the perfect dappled wave and are on a ride that can’t possibly end.
In the 500 dusty years of refined yet raw Spanish ritual, one young matador stands quite apart from the others