Yesterday’s visit with Jonah was surreal. I guess I’m still jet-lagged and I felt like a dullard, all in a fog and very tired. But Jonah was a good boy, calm and smiley. He got his haircut but it looks like all they cut was the front.
I gave Jonah lots and lots of mamalove, kissing his hand and his head and his face, giggling with him, hugging him tight. Andy picked him up for visits 5 days in a row, I think, this past week, because Jonah had no school and he was being a very sweet boy. Naturally, Jonah will ask for his daddy to help him do a lot of things now – daddy give bath? Boo is truly a lucky boy to have such a wonderful father.
To come back from paradise to grey skies and this cold Northeast is harder than I’d imagined. Had I no responsibilities, I would short-sell my home and possessions and move – do not pass go – to the Kona coast of the Big Island.
But I can’t, and I wouldn’t leave my Boo, and I can only hope to visit again. Hawai’i has a whole different feel – mellow, smiling people and breathtaking beauty everywhere. I took more than a thousand pictures. The black lava rock is mineral-rich and yields growth of palm and grasses. It is not as expensive as people say. The tourist places are, of course, but we found delightful markets where we could buy snacks and drinks, and even a tiny eatery where you can get a full breakfast for $5. I met more people than I imagined who now live there but were former tourists who felt Hawai’i’s pull to be irresistable. I understood.
The island sang to me; it got inside my soul. Although I’ve traveled a good piece of this world, no other place has felt this way to me.
No road rage, honking, “us vs. them,” anger, rushing, or stress…and what seems to be a healthy mutual respect between visitors and locals. And my God, the sunsets framed by palm trees. Sapphire waters. Pineapple, mango, apple-bananas, macadamia nuts. Mongoose and dolphins, whales and sea turtles. White, black, and mixed-sand beaches. Weather that never varies from its 75-82 degree breezy perfection. We never saw a drop of rain, though if you travel to other parts of the island there is rain aplenty. It is not crowded at all – I’ve seen crowds 100 times the size at Cape Cod and Ocean City. If you can do it, go. Go! Boo would have loved it; I wish it was in any way possible to bring him. I am going to get that child to the ocean this summer.
Here are a few pictures, of the 1,273 or so that I took!