For five hours.
The water crashed onto the beach in ribbons of glass.
I found a purple swirly shell to bring home to Brennan.
And made up a new sport.
Who knew they were that buoyant?
Well, they are, and I held one out in front of me and body surfed in on a wave.
Fish tacos and ice cream for dinner.
Bananas are smaller and sweet.
Everyone grows them in their yard.
It is unheard of to have to buy them in the store.
Junky cars=special treatment.
I like it.
Kamaiana prices make me feel like we are flying first class everywhere we go.
There are roosters.
They are loud.
You are supposed to take your slippers (not called flip flops) off before you go on the beach.
If you aren't alone on the beach it is "busy."
Tomorrow: shave ice.
I have learned.