Day 13 – Back at Sea

I’ve got a tough life, my friends. Really, really tough. I mean, for starters I had to wake up at 8:00 this morning to get breakfast. Breakfast ends at 8:30! That is way too damn early. And then I had to work out to maintain my rock hard bod. Can you believe that? After a shower, I had freeing the human voice, where we did some relaxing breathing exercises and concluded with a cool partner activity which corrects posture and loosens up the back. The class is excruciatingly hard. Like I said, tough life. Then I had lunch, and they pork chops but no fish option! This place is a prison.

After lunch, I went back to my room to work on my summer research application. I have to write two papers for the application, and I got a pretty solid first draft on the tougher one. I’m going to knock out the first draft of the second one after I update all of you, dear readers, on my life.

Then I had painting, where we learned how to use single point perspective as a tool to show depth. I accidentally chose a very difficult view, though I surprised myself with the final product. Hooray me! On the topic of art, I am still absolutely in love with drawing. It is so therapeutic. I’d recommend to anyone drawing while listening to music. Seriously, mis amigos, if you take anything away from this blog, let it be that.

When I got back to my room, I learned that were going to have dance as a spiritual practice! So I grabbed an early dinner with Emma, and skedaddled on over for dance. Now I don’t think I mentioned this in a previous blog, but we had a dance as a spiritual practice session the night we sailed from Hilo to Honolulu. We danced out on the deck, which felt great, but the energy level was lower. Anyhow, at the end I asked if it was cool to take off our shirts, because I really get into the dancing and, as a result, get pretty toasty. I was ecstatic to learn that it is indeed cool to take off our shirts, so I took full advantage tonight. Steve, my new friend who rode with us to Volcano National Park, and I collectively made the night of each and every girl out there when we removed our shirts during the middle of the session. I cannot tell you how incredibly freeing it is to dance with as little clothing as possible.

After we danced, everyone got together for a massage circle, which was the perfect end to the dance session. Before we leave, everyone uses one word to describe how they are feeling. I used “regal.”

OK my friends, that’s all I’ve got. More tomorrow.