After falling asleep by the fire at our little grass shack in Malaekahana, it was nice to wake up and be right there on the beach. Who needs beach chairs when you have awesome trees like this to lay on?
We took a morning walk and quickly realized we were the only ones on the beach—that’s what I call luxury.
We were surrounded by amazing nature…
…every which way we turned.
I sat down on a huge piece of driftwood to just admire it, while digging my toes into the soft sand. Paradise.
Yesterday was such a gorgeous day. I slept in and sipped coffee while reading almost the entire paper. Then, I got dressed and went for a walk, it was just too sunny not to!
I always try to choose new streets I haven’t walked before, just to discover new things. This time, I found a little vintage shop with a great selection of stuff. Three things got to come with me home. I’m very happy about them all, but more on that later…
/// studded white leather jacket, CA, Germany / tee, American Apparel / jeans, Cheap Monday / vintage boots from Beacon’s Closet ///
Was thinking I would dye these light gray Cheap Monday jeans bright orange, but wearing them with all this beige today kind of works for me. Hmmm, dye or keep?
Studs, white leather and Burberry plaid.
New vintage cowboy booties.
Sunny brick wall.
Today it was finally warm enough in NYC to go for a run. Pretty much the only route I can do without having to deal with intersections (hate having to stop at red lights!) is across the Williamsburg Bridge. The good thing is it’s kind of a hill, so you get a good challenging workout, the really bad thing is that the air you’re breathing consists of 50% car exhaust.
Either way, it was a good run, I did twice across the bridge and back (about 1ok/6 miles, according to Google Maps) and really felt that my ramped up workout sched has been paying off. Such a good feeling! I also tried out some new Under Armour stuff that I scored for free at work this week. I’m one of those people who usually never buy workout clothes but instead relegate the ones I no longer want to wear as regular clothes to the workout pile, but the techy fabrics really do make a difference—I felt warm but not too toasty.
I saw one guy running in a tank top and shorts (it’s only 4C/40F out!) and one girl going at a pretty good pace wearing an ankle length puffer coat. I love NY-runners.
One of the main reasons that we opted to spend a night in one of the grass shacks at Malaekahana was that it came with a fire pit.
You called a guy who, a half hour later, showed up with a small truckload of firewood and made a big beautiful fire.
The shaka sign is widely used by Hawaiian locals. It’s pretty universal and can mean anything from “cool” to “thank you.” This is me doing, trying to look tough, throwing up a double(!) shaka.
We had wine, sake and ice cream (given to us by the very nice people in the neighboring shack) by the fire, pretty much the perfect camping “dinner.”
The fire guy came back several times to dump giant logs onto our glorious blaze, it kept burning long after we had fallen asleep, lulled by the sound of the crackling fire and the waves crashing on the beach. Pretty much a perfect night.
WHO: Johanna Björk
