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Pukas Surf School in San Sebastián is the kind of place that makes you remember why people chase waves in the first place. No prefab tourist trap vibes, no Instagram fakery—just the ocean, boards waxed like they mean it, and instructors who actually surf better than they talk about surfing. Which is rare.
The energy is pure Basque—gritty and proud, but warm in that “we’ll teach you, but don’t waste our time” sort of way. They break things down so even a landlocked fool like me could stand up, feel the board catch, and taste that electric moment when everything clicks. And when it doesn’t click, they don’t coddle you—they shove you back into the water with a grin and a correction that actually helps.
Location? Ridiculous. Zurriola Beach right there, pintxos waiting for you three streets over, salt still drying on your skin while you eat like royalty and replay the wipeouts in your head.
Five stars. Easy. If you’re going to learn, learn here. If you already know what you’re doing, go anyway—these people remind you why surfing matters. It’s honest, it’s salty, and it’s a hell of a lot of fun.