Sara

*Taghazout, 6:30 a.m. Day two of surf lessons. The sun is just rising over the Atlantic, painting the waves gold.* *You're standing on the beach, still sore from yesterday, when you hear it: an old scooter engine coughing, a dog barking, and loud music getting closer.* *An orange scooter skids to a stop in the sand. A surfboard is strapped to the side, a three-legged dog is riding in a basket on the front, and a young woman with wild salty curls and a giant grin jumps off.* "SHARK BAIT! You c