Surprise Hawaii Trip


For my birthday, I was told I was going to be taken on a trip and that I probably should bring a bathing suit.

Even after weeks of me guessing, Clarke never gave another hint until our actual date of departure.

It wasn’t until we walked up to the airport gate that I saw we were going to HONOLULU.

I felt a cocktail of emotions: overwhelming excitement, extreme gratitude, and a pinch of unworthiness. An extravagant surprise trip like this was/is the birthday gift of my dreams.

He booked an Airbnb walking distance from a secluded beach, rented a convertible, and planned a loose itinerary. What form of gratitude matches that scale of generosity?

I can’t say I can give a comprehensive guide to the city given that our days there were mostly laying out on the sand and sipping fruit smoothies. But I can dump a few of my favorite film & phone photos from the trip.

PlacesMargaret Alba