Travelogue Honolulu, Hawaii: Ocean Therapy

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The last two weeks of my time in Vancouver have been a whirlwind of adventures. Everyday I felt like I had somewhere to be, someone to see. It was amazing and exhausting in the best way possible.

11After returning from a short trip to Whistler my body decided it wasn’t happy with me. I found myself in a lot of pain the day before I was leaving for a family vacation to Hawaii.

I was supposed to say goodbye to a handful of friends at a gathering but my body literally wound’t let me. I was stubborn and thought I could push past the uncomfortable pain, but I’m thankful that I was taken to the hospital to have my body checked out. It was abdominal and stomach pain that could have been appendicitis, but thankfully wasn’t – it was just as it started, unexplainable abdominal and stomach pain.

It was a good reminder that health is the most important thing and to be mindful of my body signals. Despite missing out on some goodbyes, it made for a memorable last night in Vancouver – and I’m thankful for that too.


I was still in pain on the first day of the Hawaii, but I insisted that I was well enough to surf. And surprisingly I felt so good when I was surfing. I honestly believe that the ocean – salt water and sun – is healing and being distracted from my pain was therapeutic.

We had brunch! Post-surf meal was eggs Benedict, Big Island beef loco moco*, local farm eggs omelettes, and healthy acai bowls topped with fruit.

Food always taste better when you “work” for it. Camp food, whether it’s a plain bagel or kraft dinner, taste so much better after a long hike. Likewise, food after surf is so fulfilling, and it’s extra special when you get to enjoy a hearty & local meal.

*loco moco = contemporary cuisine of Hawaii; traditional loco moco consists of white rice, topped with a hamburger patty, a fried egg, and brown gravy

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In the afternoon we slacklined (thank you for sweet birthday present Claudia!), ate ice cream, napped, read, painted, swam. It was so lovely!

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We waited for the sunset.
We watched the waves.
We saw a sea turtle!
I named it Sheldon. Sheldon swam, and swam into the sunset.
Surfer caught the break, the water tinted in the afterglow of the sun.
There’s a peace in the moments between each crashing wave.
There’s peace in the moments leading to a setting sun.
There’s a peace that lingers and remains when you’re happy, when you know where you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

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