Day 5: Waikiki and Further Musings.

I have a confession to make—one that is difficult and hurtful for me.  After having arrived in Oahu five days ago, I had yet to go to the beach, and in the water, until today.  Me, the self-professed lover of all things water-related, the former swimmer/water polo player, and the person whose idea of paradise and bliss is, indeed, the beach, waited five full days before taking my first steps in it, though it was, at all times, merely minutes away.  Self, I am truly sorry.  But, when I had finally put my borrowed peppermint colored towel down on the beach, dug a hole in the sand to hide my treasured monthly bus pass, and took a deep, happy breath as I plunged head first into the crystal blue waters of Waikiki, all was instantly forgiven.
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You know, I have been imminently lucky in my life and have had the opportunity to have visited some of the world’s most beautiful, idyllic beaches throughout five of its continents.  Yet, there’s still something so breathtaking about Hawaii’s beaches.  Many friends that have also been to the aloha state can probably echo that same sentiment.  Swaths of overly burnt tourists aside, it’s amazing here, at the beach, in the ocean.  This got me to thinking (for the first, but probably not last, time) as I lazily let the gentle waves float me around… I wonder if I could really live here?  Stay tuned…