When an Island Says Yes

As the days unfolded, Puerto Rico revealed its beauty. Mornings were spent prone foiling on glassy waves. Around midday, almost on schedule, the wind would turn on and open the door for wing foiling. San Juan gave us historic backdrops and vibrant street life. Through a local connection, we rented a jet ski so Jop could film and Samu could shoot Noé and Fabi riding the Nova wings, framed by La Perla and Castillo San Felipe del Morro.

Then we headed northwest, that’s where everything locked in. Jobos, Montones, Shacks. Empty beaches, palm trees swaying in steady north-coast winds. Local surf towns where time stretches out and food tastes better after being on the water all day. This side of the island became our base, our reset, and our proving ground. Here, the foil range came alive without force or agenda. The island delivered every kind of condition we could ask for, and we adapted each day. Clean waves for prone and wing foiling, consistent wind for freestyle, freeride, and even light-wind. Setups changed daily, wings and boards rotated, it was riding first, shooting second. Fabi and Noé were catching wave after wave, making the most of the elements that kept lining up day after day.

Leadership within the team shifted naturally. Noé led when it came to surf and proning, all energy and style. Fabi anchored our freestyle wing foil sessions, focused and methodical, pushing himself while lifting the crew. Arland guided everything else, opening a side of Puerto Rico you’d only see with a local.

Even when the north coast went flat, the island had options. We drove south to La Parguera, boating through mangroves toward glowing bays, sharing water with turtles, barracudas and jellyfish. Freestyle moments unfolded under watchful eyes from locals and tourists who’d never seen foiling before. Conversations flowed everywhere we went. Curiosity turned into stoke.

Off the water, Puerto Rico left its mark too. Rincon’s art markets pulled us in one evening, where we met a local jewellery maker working with Larimar stone. Everyone left with a ring, a simple reminder of the trip. One evening, Noé and Jop were pulled into a locally led dance in the town square, live music playing as they learned the steps alongside a growing crowd. That same night rolled into a Christmas parade of flashing lights and horns, late dinners, early alarms, and the sounds of reggaeton playing day and night.

By the final day at Shacks Beach, everyone was exhausted in the best way. We wrapped the last shots, packed gear that night, and got ready for our flights home.

We came to Puerto Rico to test a collection. We left with something better. Confidence in the 2026 North Foil range, across every discipline we asked of it. More than that, a reminder of why we do this at all. Foiling as exploration, as connection, as community. When the elements align and the people commit, the rest follows naturally.