Lying on my back supported by the surging water of the sapphire blue pacific this afternoon, I was once again struck by just how lucky we really are. I think it was about then I had Amras take a picture of me with the resort splashed behind me…because some things are just a requirement of days like that.
We spent most of the day crashing various hotel pools (although I never actually worked up the nerve to go into a pool, but I am more than willing to usurp a beach chair or two!), and lamenting the fact that our little mini-vacation is almost over. We have only two more days in Hawai’i before we start the long trip back to San Diego to begin the South America season. Not that South America doesn’t have a lot to offer of course, but it’s not Hawai’i!
Really, I would love to come back here properly one day, actually be able to spend a proper vacation with nothing to do except lie on the beach and swim in the ocean. There is an undeniable appeal to that. Even though my Canadian blood renders me with a lousy head for the sun, as long as I’m somewhere near the water so that I can cool off, I find I balance out.
Though it was a close thing early this morning. About half-way through looking for a beach, Amras looked at me and immediately asked me what was wrong; at which point I realized that my wooziness must be showing on my face.
It’s the heat…I can’t take this kind of heat for very long. I’m okay if I can dash in and out of A/C but here everything is open air-planning, even the big hotels don’t have air-conditioning.
This is one of the reasons that I spent so long in the ocean in the afternoon.
So, so many times, the ocean just heals everything…and riding those currents? Feeling completely weightless? That…is one heck of a good way to spend the day.