Koh Tao, Thailand
February 14, 2011
I simply cannot believe that it was exactly a year ago that I wrote this post as I sat in an internet cafe in Thailand. I can remember so clearly waking up at 5am that day, preparing for a sunrise dive with my best friend, Kerri. The boat ride to our dive location, preparing our gear and making jokes about fishes for Valentines. I remember holding her hand underwater, swimming through schools of silver fish, practicing our buoyancy, somersaulting past beautiful coral and colourful creatures. I remember jumping off the side of the boat and laughing as we took an afternoon swim, still clothed in our restrictive wetsuits. Sharing cookies and cold tea with all the other members of my dive group, some Australians and Swedes. I remember spending the rest of the day on the beach in the hot sun, wearing a white dress, going for beers at the dive shop’s bar as the sky turned orange, meeting an Austrian man that captivated my attention for that entire night. I remember cheap dinner in one of the back alleys, an alley that was covered in mud we had to wade through, splashing in puddles. Kissing under the stars. Falling asleep in a bed next to Kerri’s, content and still warm from the sun, still rocking with the boat, still fluttering inside with the romance of it all, the peacefulness of it all, of everything, of it all.
Happy Valentine’s Day to you and yours.