The Endless Summer

ike most surf trips I’ve ever been on, this one started before dawn. Four of us piled into the car under the cover of darkness, boards fastened to the roof, with the car stereo blasting the Red-Hot Chili Peppers and obscure punk bands reminiscent of my California youth in San Diego. The preliminary rituals were familiar, as was the uneasiness every surfer feels nearing shore when thoughts turn to getting “skunked” or worrying about not finding waves.

But this was a good morning. We were on the Ostia shoreline 20 minutes from Rome and the waves looked good: slightly overhead, which means a bit more than body height, and stacked up with long workable sections, thick swathes of curling water you can ride. We grabbed our boards and headed into the water.

Tricks at Ostia.

So far, so good.

Enter a stiff-kneed figure with a fluorescent green bathing cap flailing his arms as he pumped up and down trying to balance himself on a flat-looking 1970s-style board.

A friend paddling next to me just smiled.

Ah, surfing in Italy.

Italy caught the surf craze in the 1980s, when Italians brought the sport home from visits to Hawaii and Australia. Since the Mediterranean provides little consistent surf, only diehards insist. They call themselves a “tribe” and Roberto Merli is among Rome’s local leaders. He ran a surf shop in the 1990s, giving it up so he could spend more time in the water. “People thought we were crazy,” says Merli. “The water gets so cold here during the winter.”

Merli, 30, called “Lungo” by his friends, is a lanky, tattooed Rome native. He helped pioneer surfing in Ostia, the capital’s seaside port town. Known mostly for its obtrusive beach cabanas packed on weekends, Ostia can also provide ridable waves — usually ahead of storms from the south.

Surfing has slowly found a trend-setting niche in mainstream Italian culture. The music of Jack Johnson, a California band that pumps out soundtracks for surf videos, is ubiquitous in beachfront bars and stores. Quiksilver, an American surfing apparel company, has opened a store in Milan near Porta Ticinese (Speedo is out, long “boardshorts” are in.) Ostia’s popular Blues Café has surfboards on walls and the latest surfing videos play on big screen TVs.

As with most summer styles in Italy, it’s all about what’s fashionable.

“Dressing like a surfer has become very trendy,” says Tony Di Bisceglie, who runs Ostia’s DB surf shop. “A few years ago there were just a few shops, now there are over 20.” Owning hard-to-get surf brands such as “Hurley” and “Volcom” confers insider status.

Ostia’s core surfers have their own tightly knit group. Most are in their late 20s and 30s with colorful nicknames like “Pappagallo” (parrot), “Sciacalletto” (little jackal) and “Pomodoro” (tomato). The latter once filled in a missing front tooth with surf wax to score a date on the beach.

The sport is also catching up with the image. Di Bisceglie switched from windsurfing to surfing two decades ago and now runs a beachside surfing school that offers a diploma. A training course typically costs between €80 to €100. “We get a lot of different types,” he says. “Little kids, and people in their 60s who jump in the water with a long surfboard.”

Italian surfing has its own language. Phrases are transliterated. “Go back to the Valley!” — California slang directed at the inexpert or the flailing — comes out Italian style as “Go surf the Coliseum!”

Cold winter waters.

The biggest challenge faced by Italians is the tameness of their surrounding seas. The Mediterranean is unkind to surfers who thrive in the swells of the Pacific. “We wait and wait and wait,” says Lungo. “We’re so into it because we don’t have waves everyday.”

When waves do come, Italian surfers are notorious for dropping everything: work, girlfriends, family engagements, even groceries, and getting out to sea. Ostia surfers fight over waves that would draw a yawn in Hawaii. But modest swells don’t make smarter Italian surfers any less savvy and well versed in the head nods, frowns, whistles, hoots, and hand signals that define surfing’s international vocabulary. Italians can “rip” — or surf aggressively — with the best of them.

American surfing magazines praise Calabria, Liguria, and western Sardegna. Former world surfing champion Kelly Slater showed up in Genoa recently to tape a surfing video.

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