Please don’t interrupt my aloha.

It happens every time. Our bodies are technically back in California but I can’t quite leave Hawaii behind. It’s not jet lag. It’s the sense that I had a glimpse of Paradise (because I just know heaven will be a 5-star hotel in someplace very much like Hawaii!) and I just want to stay and stay!

Hey, you say, I happen to know you’ve been to Hawaii more times than you can count.

We went when the kids were young:

We went when the grandkids were little:

And when the littlest grandkid was really little!

And we go whenever we can. But there is never enough Hawaii for us. On this trip, the CE even saw the light and said “We have to come back every year!”

What is it about Hawaii? It’s everything. The air, the flowers, the trade wind breeze…every moment is infused with beauty.

And when we are there, no matter what else is going on, we are happy.

Please don’t ask the hard questions, like “Well, what do you actually do there?

I could tell you there are many things to do. Snorkeling tours, helicopter tours, jaunts around the islands, etc. etc. etc. Of course, we don’t do any of them. What do we do when we’re there?

A lot of not very much. But we have so much fun doing it!

I can still vividly remember my first moments in Hawaii, which were spent, like this trip, on the island of Kauai.

Okay, forty-one years have done me no favors…

but Kauai is as beautiful as ever!

And yes, I’m already planning our next trip…

Aloha, Kauai…we hope to return soon!

No alien land in all the world has any deep strong charm for me but that one, no other land could so longingly and so beseechingly haunt me, sleeping and waking, through half a lifetime, as that one has done. Other things leave me, but it abides; other things change, but it remains the same. For me the balmy airs are always blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun; the pulsing of its surfbeat is in my ear; I can see its garlanded crags, its leaping cascades, its plumy palms drowsing by the shore, its remote summits floating like islands above the cloud wrack; I can feel the spirit of its wild land solitudes, I can hear the splash of its brooks; in my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that perished twenty years ago.”

– Mark Twain

About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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4 Responses to Please don’t interrupt my aloha.

  1. Julia says:

    So dreamy!

  2. dizzyguy says:

    Yes, the Hawaiian experience engages all 5 senses in a way no other place can match. We are so blessed to have had so many memorable visits to the islands. Each was a gift. Mahalo and Aloha!

  3. citymama says:

    you are an absolute beauty. love these photos. ❤️

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