Dear fellow travelers who have too much luggage,
Apologies for taking my first real vacation without kids (since having kids) during a blizzard and a pandemic, but hey, timing is everything.
Hawaii is everything they say and then some. Aloha means hello, farewell, and love because honestly, you don’t need another word (except maybe Mahalo, which is a spiritual thank you—it seems most of the language in Hawaii is tied up with ways to say gorgeous, warm things that are deeper than just politeness).
I am in love with the loco moco— breakfast that is a beef patty or two, some eggs and rice and gravy — it touches my southern need to eat so much at breakfast that I can’t move until we’ll past noon. (In NYC I don’t eat breakfast at all—so you know, it’s good that with the time change I was eating this monster thing at 4am.
So yeah—I did a ton of touristy things. Highly recommend the Gypsy Tour app—it was like having a personal guide that you could shut off. We loved it and ended up in some incredibly remote places with black sand beaches, or waterfalls you could swim in, or just utterly remote, end of the world stuff - and yes we did the volcano too.
If you’re interested in my vacation photos check my Facebook author page (and while you’re there, click “like”)— there are probably five or six posts of nothing but stunning photos of beaches, jungles, whale closeups, and other fancy Maui stuff.
Typical of pandemic—I forgot to actually post this even though it was ready to go Sunday at noon Did you miss it? I am in Florida this weekend commemorating the life of a longtime friend who chose a permanent solution to a temporary problem. My heart looks like one of those charts created for autistic kids to see what emotional language they might use for what’s going on inside
In other news, my lovely undergraduate university wrote a little profile featuring me and another graduate who is also an author. Have a look!!