I was getting ready to leave when the little guy dropped himself down next to me on the sand. He didn’t say anything or reach for me, he just sat down and started playing with his shovel and messing around with sticks. I couldn’t get up and walk away, he was so companionable and quiet, …
A virtual postcard: I can’t say this enough. The best way to see a place is with people who live there. And I am so lucky to have made friends here in Hawaii with people who are fun and kind and good company. I spent the morning at Shangri-La with Lance, who told me lots …
As they appear in this slideshow: What’s Hawaii without Elvis? Inside Bailey’s Antiques and Aloha Shirts. At Bailey’s, you can buy, among other things, a pale yellow aloha shirt with a ukulele on the back for a mere 3000 dollars. On Kalakaua, Duke Kahanamoku perpetually raises your faded leis like an offering to the high …
Mysteries. Drop dead handsome surfer type in shorts and a t-shirt. Perfect sandy blond hair, straight almost to his shoulders, that deep tan that shows he lives outside. He could be a fashion model. He’s on the sidewalk, not far from the statue of Duke Kahanamoku, pacing furiously, a bible in one hand, the other …
Heads up: Our stay was hosted by the hotel. We paid for tips, only. We were totally spoiled and I loved the place. I’m going to sound kind of like a shill but I’m not, you’ll have to trust me on this. The pics are mine, shot with a D200 in daylight with a fixed …
I sucked as an expat. As an inveterate traveler, this was shameful to me, I was embarrassed by the bouts of homesickness. I was ashamed of the days I spent bleakly staring at what was, by all accounts, a breathtakingly beautiful landscape and wishing, with all my might, that I was elsewhere. I felt awkward …