I just bought tix for me and K for Hawaii. I can't wait to go. This will be my 4th trip. The first time I went I had just had my heart blown to smithereens and felt like I would never recover, and I could not accept that things between the person in question and myself had gone so horrendously, epic-ly wrong. So I went alone to Oahu to visit my Aunt and Uncle and to just chill the fuck out. Landing in Hawaii was like flying out of a grim black cloud, even though I felt like a bomb had gone off in my emotional landscape and levelled everything to the ground, the sun, verdant forests, trade winds, and tropical birds and flowers were a great distraction. My salvation for this particular time was found on Kailua Beach, aka heaven on earth. I would walk there everyday- stopping at the most amazing cafe/store on the way into the park, a small tidy wooden beach shack that sold only what you could possibly want, flip flops, espresso, macadamia nut cookies, postcards, sandwiches...I'd get my espresso and go sit on the beach watching the windsurfers and the beautiful blue green water, tucked into the warm sand with the wind whipping my hair around and realise everything was going to be ok...somehow.
Later I met the true love of my life, Kenny, and we went to Hawaii together, and the last trip he proposed on Kailua Beach under the full moon (sickening, I know) so Kailua Beach has really become a strange sanctuary for me, out there on the edge of an island in the middle of the great big ocean, full of the strange and marvelous unknown.