Is there a tournament: Fuck no
The Med is broad search area. We could’ve narrowed it down, but then we also couldn’t. Just go where the swell is. From Valencia coast of Spain, to Italy, Greece, even the Levante, flight time and prices will be of a similar order.
Spot your swell, you WAM voyeurs you. Then ignore it, see if it goes away. If it doesn’t, get excited.
Med surfs trips are living in the moment, times a lot.
Haste is of the essence in a Med swell strike – you’ve done farts that linger longer than some swells in this glorified lake.
Weather likely to be terrible if the waves are good. If the waves are good and it’s sunny n’ offshore, it’s likely to be flat in a few hours/minutes.
Here’s the logistical spin: Today’s forecast should give you 96 hours reliable heads up. Wait, until 48 hours out max before booking anything. Then, wind should already be blowing, storm brewing. You’re on.
That’s all fine and well for swell chasers, those excitable.
But then again, does anyone actually chase swell by plane? By car, sure. But does anyone other than pro surfers and perhaps single menfolk who work offshore on rigs really just go for swells to wherever’s good?
Probably not. So perhaps you might assume a similar strategy as we recommended for New York City. Plan your cultural, perhaps relationship enriching/saving escape.
Plan it in autumn, when the cooling landmasses and reluctant-to-cool seas give rise to thermal imbalance, to glorious atmospheric vorticity.
Lovely swell-giving swirl.
Stalk the charts, and merely decide to bring a surf board if the charts say so. Surf season is coming to the unlikeliest of places, we promise.