Surf's up

It pays to have connections.  Mags’s father knows a professor at one of the local universities here who specializes in—I’m not making this up—the history of surfing.  After a little professorial back scratching, we were lined up with some free surfing lessons.

I'm not afraid to boast that I stood up on my very first attempt at surfing, and Mags got up on her second try.  I can brag about it because you weren’t there to see how small the waves were.   Mags says surfing feels like flying.  But the one drawback to learning to surf is that boogie boarding isn’t much fun anymore.  Boogie boarding after surfing is like riding your kid brother’s bike with training wheels after you learn to ride a two-wheeler.  It’s so juvenile.  I’m going to give surfing another go Friday.

We made a trip to the Honolulu Farmer’s Market yesterday where we bought more fresh fruit than we can possibly eat.  Not being one to back away from a challenge, I did my best to diminish the fruit pile today at breakfast.  I ate a bowl of oatmeal with 2 bananas sliced up inside, most of a pineapple, some fresh coconut, 2 pieces of toast with homemade guava jam, and 1 and ½ papayas covered with the juice of 5 mini lemons.  You know, a traditional Hawaiian breakfast.  Oh, there were raisins in my oatmeal too. 

To counteract all that goodness, I had Spam sushi for lunch.  You know, a traditional Hawaiian lunch.