I’m suffering from a bit of a vacation hangover. Pictures freeze time when I cannot. Fortunately, there is still the anticipation of all that is left to come, and it is a lot.
What is life?
Sisters bouncing in the waves,
Rituals untouched by age,
Mosquito-ridden hikes through streams,
To waterfalls guarded beneath a canopy of trees,
Jasmine pearl ice tea,
Sunscreen layered thick,
Tiki Mai Tais hidden in a maze of stalls,
Millions of stars in the night sky,
Sprinklers then laughter,
A ghostly figure in the dark,
Manta ray arms stretched wider than my own,
Two turtles and a friendly fish,
A Buddhist temple with a bell so large,
You are promised happiness and peace.
A catamaran skips across the water,
Edging closer to the unknown,
A fish caught and punched to death in the head,
Blood diluted by the sea,
Tears of brevity,
Life impossible to hold,
As sisters howl and scream beyond the break.
When I heard we were headed to Oahu this summer, I was both thrilled and a little skeptical. In my mind, Oahu meant Honolulu—crowded beaches, throngs of tourists, a cookie cutter version of the Hawaii I love. After all, that was the only version of Oahu I had seen 13 years ago in my less than 48 hours on the island, and last summer I was spoiled with the secluded paradise of Kauai.
However, it turns out Oahu has a lot to offer—the same quiet, dense vegetation, and gorgeous seascapes as its northern neighbor, plus the metropolitan bonus of a big city. In fact, most of Oahu feels like the real Hawaii, outside of Honolulu there are fewer resorts compared to Maui or the Big Island, and there really isn’t a bad view to be found.
If you have not considered visiting Oahu, here are a few tips from my week in paradise:
It is a tradition for me to want to move after a vacation and Oahu is no exception. I have already researched teacher salaries, credential transfers and rents. Regardless of what the future holds, I will return one way or another. Oahu rocks.
In light of all the lovely blog love I have received in the past couple days, it’s hard to keep myself from checking in around here, (thanks again to my fellow Bloggers for Peace). However, I really must push myself to step away, so hopefully you won’t be seeing any more words from me until next week. Must. Resist.
Okay, now that I wrote that, I’m going to have a million irresistible blog ideas…
Have a safe and fun fourth!
I’d like to think I’m not an obnoxious traveler. I like it all– cheap, luxury, anything in between. Today we discovered the real Hawaii. Not the resort or the places made to manufacture an experience. Instead, we ate where locals eat, snorkeled at public beaches, shopped in a gritty little town where surf clothing was actually on sale instead of marked up for tourists. We even discovered a hostel on the beach with beds for $27 a night. No, we did not stay, but the fact that such a place exists is pretty awesome.
Sometimes I get tired of the glossy, clean, perfect version of travel. I would have a hard time staying at an all-inclusive resort where I did not step foot off the property. I want to know how people live in different places, I want to meet to them, to talk with them. I especially like discovering places that are gritty, down-to-earth, without pretenses. I get a thrill out of enjoying food that is both delicious and cheap. Somewhere I can stand in line and actually start a conversation with someone that is not also from California.
I got my wish. These pictures will share my finds better than my words.