Sunday, November 15, 2009

Kona, Hawai'i


Earlier this year, I was scheduled to be in Poland for my birthday...and who wouldn't want to spend their 33rd birthday in Warsaw? Sadly, this project was cancelled. So, with great reluctance, I booked another trip to Hawai'i, purposely planned around my birthday.


For those who don't know...Hawai'i is my home. No, I've never lived there (YET!), and I have no family on the islands, but it is where my soul lives. The Big Island frequently calls my name, beckoning me to return to refresh my spirit.


Every trip brings something new, something different. This year, I hands loads of energy (a bit of paradox considering most people take vacation to relax, to sleep, to recharge). I spend 10 of 11 days in the ocean, swimming with dolphins or practicing my surfing. The 11th day was spent driving and climbing the the North Kohala coast, breathing the fresh air with the Jeep top down, listening to opera music--allowing the music to become the soundtrack of the landscape.


Here are some other highlights:
  • Feeling my first drop

  • Spiny sea urchin stuck in foot (ouch!)

  • Rising moon greeting me during a 9PM drive my final evening on the island

  • Full moon on my birthday

  • Thousands of stars--the eyes of angels--looking down on me each night

  • A Hawaiian prayer and conch shell whistle at sundown on my birthday

  • Dolphins...lots of Dolphins including babies. Getting hit in head by dolphin tail due to my close proximity to baby.

  • Debs

  • Bite Me Fish Market

  • Triangle of green energy given to me by Debs at the Kona Brewing Company

  • Perfect waves at Honokohau

  • Surfing with a honu

Overheard Conversation

Location: Kona, Hawai'i

Time: 9 AM Local Time

Date: Early November

Context: A couple from Colorado is taking their first surfing lesson. The gentlemen's mother is sitting on shore, proudly watching her son and daughter-in-law as they learn to master the waves. The husband catches his first wave.

After paddling back out to the pit, he enthusiastically declares to his wife "Honey, I think we need a beach house." Wife, dead-pannedly, replies "ask your mother."