HAWAIIAN REVIEW WITH ONE MORE WAKE UP

This Hawaiian review includes Puff The Magic Dragon.

Every baby boomer born, and those who self-identify as baby boomers, knows Puff.

Puff the Magic Dragon slumbers at Hanalei Bay in the mountain profiles framing Hanalei Bay.

It’s said to be only a coincidence that Peter, Paul and Mary mentioned a dragon in a land called “Honnah Lee.”

Hanalei Bay had the perfect time for boogie boards.

Who forgot the boogie boards?

It’s also great for hopping waves, and no one forgot those.

We’re out there hopping while clouds and fog cover the tips of the surrounding mountains.

Clouds and fog in the mountains and it’s not shivering cold?

I’m just getting used to that.

Hawaiian Review More Than A Beach

A fresh water river going to the sea is a Hawaiian thing, but more.

Who’s up for a river cruise?

If you’re going to get married in Kauai, this is how to do it.

And bring your own wedding party to join the party in progress.

Hawaiian Food Treats

No matter where you stop to eat it’s Hawaiian food.

And it’s memorable, but not in a shock to your senses memorable.

My idea of making a big pot of spaghetti that would fill in for times no one wanted to go out, or cook?

Kids: We can do that at home, not Hawaii.

That set the tone for Hawaiian food: Skip the standby pot of spaghetti, the standby pot of taco meat, and venture forth for new discoveries.

In true baby boomer fashion, my first stop once my wife and I were on our own on Oahu was Taco Bell.

The Supreme Crunch Wrap was the same as everywhere, but eating it in Hawaii hit better.

Then we settled down and kept a look out for distinguished restaurants and food trucks that add adventure to Hawaiian memories.

Click here and scroll down for live links on food truck locations.

Don’t be surprise if you read business hours like this:

“We’re open at 10 am, maybe 11, but closer to 12, unless the surf’s up, the sun is warm, and we need sand under our feet.

My Hawaiian review says we all need sand under our feet, and a fish taco in hand.

Feeling Hawaii on Kauai

Take Hawaiian memories, but there are things you need to leave behind.

White sand beaches, rocky beaches, green sea turtles, seals, tropical fish.

The U.S. Department of Agriculture has the big list, starting here.

My time on the road has included souvenirs like a stone from the quarry used to rebuild London, an Eiffel Tower key chain, and the usuals from everyplace else.

In other words, not much.

Memories on the road include biking around Paris, canoeing in Cambridge, gastronomique food in Belgium, Aunt Diana driving at dusk, eating a Mexican octopus, and two Hawaiian Islands.

I met a great couple in Paris and reunited with them in Honolulu.

Had a special moment with whales jumping in the background.

A killer guitar player and singer let me play his pride and joy after I whined about missing my guitar.

2

As writers do the world around, I stay open for inspiration.

It’s a tricky thing, inspiration, and I forget who said it but it goes like this:

“When inspiration shows up, it had better find you working.”

Okay, it’s Picasso, and who would know better?

In two and a half weeks I’ve written seventeen posts, which is close to my standard production.

But being in Hawaii makes it feel more impressive.

I’ve got sun, sand, food, drink, family, and I’m sitting propped up sideways on a double bed in a little grass shack tapping on a keyboard in the dark mornings?

What I hear: Why don’t you take a day off?

What I think: No writer ever takes a day off.

What I feel: Warm water, warm breeze. If it worked for Picasso, it works for me.

What I say: I’m almost done in here. Warm up the snorkel.