Although I love our top-floor, beachfront hotel room (I think we’re the first guests after renovation!), one day in Waikiki will be plenty for me, thankyouverymuch. Some people fly to Honolulu, take a shuttle to their Waikiki hotel, play on the beach for a few days, and say they’ve “experienced Hawaii.” I don’t think so – and I haven’t even hiked the Napali Coast or Haleakala or camped along the road to Hana.
Here’s today’s postcard:
(“Here cancer, cancer, cancer!” DUMB.)
Looking so forward to visiting with my best friend from high school this evening! At 50, after going through a nasty divorce after raising four kids, she moved here. She’s a Master’s Swimmer (and, I assume, now a surfer) and seems to have found a new home for her dreams.