Today’s newsletter was actually an excuse to tell you about my vacation:
I’m adding the Windward Coast and North Shore of Oahu to my list of magical, happy drives along the Pacific Ocean. Green mountains, palm trees, sunny beaches, swimming with sea turtles and dolphins, poke bowls, plated meals, cold coconuts, shaved ice, McDonald’s drive-ins that still serve fried cakes, lizards, mongooses, peacocks, horses, wild chickens, banyan trees, ukulele shops, and watching every sunrise and sunset. It was the best vacation we’ve ever taken.
I feel the same way about Hawaii as Mark Twain:
No strange land in all the world has a deeper, stronger spell over me than this one; no other land could haunt me half a lifetime so yearning and pleading, sleeping and waking, as this one has done. Other things leave me, but it remains; other things change, but it remains the same. To me its balmy air is ever blowing, its summer seas flashing in the sun, the pulsation of its surf is in my ear; I can see its garlanded cliffs, its leaping waterfalls, its feathery palms dozing on the shore, its remote peaks floating like islands above the clouds; I can feel the spirit of its forest solitude; I can hear the trickle of its streams; in my nostrils still lives the breath of flowers that faded twenty years ago.
Read all about The North Shore.
