[Quietly the sun sets on her Hawaiian adventure. She steps from ocean surf to dew-laden grasses, from tropical trade winds blowing her locks, to blustery gusts from an October garden in The Sierra of California . . . reveling in the joy of coming home with a heart laden with many wonderful memories.]
Lily and I agreed that there’s no place like home . . .
but we did enjoy the away experience every chance we got.
Who could help but be excited about staying beachside in a village devoted to serving us with a full portion of Aloha. The Hilton Hawaiian Village met our every need with an Aloha and a smile. Whether replacing a lost room card, flagging a taxi, or wrapping another delightful purchase, the staff deserves a big MAHALO from us.
The stunning views from our 31st floor room,
The lush walkways
Complete with colorful orchids around every turn
And abundant waterfalls
Served as a wonder-filled home away from home.
One day we even arrived at the palace
Donned “dancing” shoes
And met up with a King.
Each day ended early for us
(we never quite adjusted to the time difference)
but dawned early as well, and we set out once again.
We ate and shopped and walked the beach daily for our
When next I post I will show you my “Unusual” shopping expedition, and food to match. Touring Hawaii with one who has lived there revealed a Hawaii not found on a tour bus.
Lots more fun to share . . .
but I’ve got a mountain of laundry to scale today.
I’ll be back later . . .