I had promised myself that this trip to Hawaii would be when I finally learned (or at least attempted) to surf. Sadly, this is as close as I got. Contributing factors were laziness (laying on the beach was just so good), fear of sharks, big wave season (I think I’d like to start with small wave season) and, in the first few days, seeing lifeguards attempting to bring a man just pulled out of the water back to life—not sure if they succeeded, but I really hope they did, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I definitely have an immense amount of respect for the ocean.

Next time, though, I will go surfing, on an actual wave (not a blow up photo-op one).

Usch vad jag vill sluta jobbet klockan tre, åka iväg till beachen och surfa, ståpaddla eller bara chilla på ett bilflak! Varje dag. Skulle nog aldrig bli tröttsamt. Men, nu ska jag iväg med tunnelbanan, det är gallery night och finns alldeles för många utställningar jag vill se.

TRANSLATION:
I so want to end work at tree o’clock, head over to the beach for some surfing, stand-up paddling or tailgate chilling! Every day. Don’t think it would ever get old. But, now I’m off on the subway, it’s gallery night and way too many shows I want to see.