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I sat in the lobby of the Hawaiian hotel I had been staying in and wondered what I would tell Lucinda about this trip. How would I describe how it felt to look into an active volcano in birds eye view after jumping out of a helicopter, to hike halfway up a mountain through a beautiful Forrest and zip line your way back down, to learn about the history of the land from the natives and take part in their traditions and how do I tell her about the beach. I have been traveling for the past three years now. I wanted to see the wonders of the world, to learn about different cultures and traditions and to record everything so that my kids could see it too. At least that's what I told myself. Lucinda was convinced that I was searching for something. She said there was something out there that this forty six year old man just needed in his life. She was sure it was love and I was sure she was insane. The idea was outrageous to me. Some of us were only meant to experience love once and I was sure I was one of these people. It had been twenty years since the passing of my wife and I had never been with another woman romantically since. I wasn't at all against it. I was just busy. I never had time to make a true connection with anyone but who could blame me when I had three daughters to raise. Mary was the oldest, a result of my wife and my high school romance. She was always the most mature, like her mother. Then there was Lucinda and Léhana, the twins. Their looks were likely the only thing they had in common. Léhana was antisocial and quiet, except around her mother, which is why she took her death the hardest. Lucinda on the other hand was an extrovert , very outspoken and always right. I hated how she was always right. Even now she was right and how did I know this? I knew this because of a simple fact, the fact that I hate the beach. I never really liked going to the beach; I always thought it was overrated. I hated the wind and how it blew my things around. I hated the sand and how it got into everything especially my shoes. I hated the combination of the sand and the wind on really windy days because it would feel like the sand was trying to pierce my skin. I hated how my back would always burn when I went alone because I could never get the sunscreen on it and I really hated those seagulls for always stealing my food. Her name was Juliana and she was Brazilian. She and her brothers travelled to Hawaii on vacation via boat, without any passports. I wasn't sure if that was legal but the boat was really nice She was in her early thirties and was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my forty six years. We spoke everyday and she changed me. I turned into a whole new person; I even fell in love with the beach. I stopped bringing things and wearing shoes so the wind had nothing to blow and the sand had nothing to get into. On really windy days we would be on her boat speaking about our lives back in our own countries. She rubbed sunscreen on my back so it never burnt and introduced me to the seagulls who I found fun to watch and mock, I even shared my food with them. My entire time with her I felt things that I never even knew where possible to feel. I'd get lost in her dark eyes when there was nothing to say but I was never bored. She infected me. I laughed when she laughed and cried when she cried and then she got back on her boat to sail home . Now I'm standing in front of the checkout in the hotel and I finally know what to tell Lucinda. I'll tell her she was right and that my next destination is Brazil.