I met Mica when I was a kid.
He was one of those local surfers you grow up watching from the shoulder — always sharp, always in the right spot.
Back then, if the waves were good, you knew where to not look. Chances were Mica was already there, tucked away in some quiet corner, making the most of it while everyone else was guessing.
These days, it’s easier to find him in a shaping room.
Same guy, same attention to detail — just a different routine. Instead of chasing peaks, he’s building boards.
Still connected to surfing, just on the other side of it.
Afonso Tornelli 