A beach across the street. Come on, let’s walk to it.
Someone said that I was bragging about being in balmy sunny Hawaii, while many people are stuck in the snow, lots of it, and frigid weather in the States. That’s true. I’m bragging, boasting and laughing about your plight. It is flippin’ cold, windy and wintry in many areas of the country. I’m really not bragging. I feel sorry- no, I don’t on second thought. I’m having too much fun in Kauai. It is, after all Paradise,
Come with me, let’s imagine that we are there. Come out onto the lanai. It’s early morning. Oops, first get your sandals on or your flip flops and grab your morning tea – or coffee or – Mai tai. Slide the screen door open. It’s okay to wear what you had on yesterday or even wear pjs. Step down onto the carpets outside and sit on one of the comfy chairs. Set your drink down.
Do you feel it, that warm air? That almost heavy tropical breath of fresh atmosphere? Then you start to relax even though you just slept solidly like a baby.
It’s paradise. It’s beyond description. It’s the island life. Look out there beyond the railing of the deck.
The lanai out your backdoor.
A little green gecko crawls on the plant below and you look out at the lush green yard and up to the mountain and waterfall beyond.
A picture cannot picture it like the real image.
Oops- this picture is out of order. It’s not in our backyard but it is nearby in a park for which you need reservations. We will get to that in Part 3.
This house is at the end of the highway almost and across the highway is the beach.
It’s called sand, different than snow.
This is another beach farther away. But you get the idea.
This was taken on our first morning as we had arrived in the dark the night before. We were in awe. The beach and ocean kinda work their magic on your psyche… if you let it.
Makes you want to just stare and take time to take it all in.
I’m unable to find words. If I’m bragging, then that’s what happens when you fall under the spell of Hawaii. I won’t apologize. This island in particular was mesmerizing. It’s called The Garden Island for a reason.
Aloha til next time.
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