Galentine’s Day, Aloha 4

Another early morning- hooray us!

Special Galentine’s Day breakfast treats

Back for the breakfast spread to fuel up for the day.  Mom headed to the spa for a well deserved massage while I headed to Kihei to ride the waves.  I met my instructor Kazuma for some dry land instruction before hitting the ocean.  The technique seemed straight forward enough.  We grabbed two long boards and headed out.  Kazuma was everything one would stereotype regarding a surf instructor- shaggy hair, Ray bans, and phrases like “right on, awesome, and radical;” and he was a very good instructor.  With him yelling in the background I caught my first wave, stood up, and surfed it in!!  It was a glorious rush.  A few more runs and we headed a little further out to bigger waves.  As I surfed in, Kazuma did a head stand on his board and surfed in, summersaulting off the board before getting too close to shore.  It was impressive.  Swimming out against the waves was exhausting but worth the surf back in.  I can see how people give up everything to live like a beach bum and surf every day.  Surfing was so much fun and the weather was perfect.  By the end of the two hour instruction I was totally wiped out.  After rinsing off the salt water I grabbed my keys and headed to the car to throw on some dry clothes and then… I shut the trunk…  With the keys in the trunk… 30 minutes for roadside service gave me time to walk to Java Lava for a frozen mocha, delicious, and wander around Kihei a bit.

Graduated From Surfing School

Mom thoroughly enjoyed her massage and when we met back up we headed for a beach walk.  During our walk mom said she actually really enjoyed the hike yesterday and added “sometimes you just need someone to push you.”  Glad I could be that person 🙂  We walked to Honolulu coffee for Acai bowls and a hot amerciano.  The acai bowl was like a really thick fruit smoothie topped with granola, sliced banana, and drizzled with macadamia honey.  During our discussion, I decided if able bodied when I retire I would become a beach bum spending all of my hours surfing.  Mom was present for the reality check “you don’t see any q-tips out there on the boards.”  I didn’t; however, I did see several on the golf course as we walked back.

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