Chelsea, being the wonderful roomie, fellow rock picker chicken feeder friend that she is, surprised me this morning with our very own highway patrol t-shirts! Scott, a local artist, has his studio at Hana Tropicals and produced two pretty killer spray brush t-shirts, commemorating our valiant efforts on the hard core road of Hana. The final monetary earnings of our can and bottle returns were cashed in for a final time yesterday, as it supplied our liquid contribution to our night of swimming in caves and that great big Pacific. We had glow sticks to light our way, which served more as a special effects factor as the moon seemed to light our night just perfectly.
This morning, we sported our Hana Highway Patrol t-shirts to Phyllis’s. “Oh, YOU’RE the ones!” she exclaimed as we told her of our Highway efforts. Seems our work hasn’t gone unnoticed after all… After wolfing down the waffle sandwich (which Phyllis say’s “Puts hair on your chest!” Clearly not knowing Chelsea and I have the appetites of grown men…) and saying goodbye to our favorite hostess, Chelsea and I took the ever scenic, King’s Trail back, and were blessed with a clear blue sky, shining sun kinda day. With each step over the volcanic rock on the coast of a glimmering ocean, it became that much harder to say goodbye to this slice of Heaven on Earth….
It’s a hard place to say Aloha to for sure, but I feel I may not have as hard a time as some. Many who come to Hana call it home, as it’s filled some void or been what they’d been seeking. Amy said that this place felt more to home to her than any other place. I’ve heard Happy refer to it as a “Mother’s womb” to him. Our wandering short term worker, Larissa said of Hawaii in general as “Reaching the promise land.” Unfortunately for me (or fortunately as my grandma feared I’d never come back…) I never felt that Hana was home. Not that I’ve thought poorly of Hana in anyway shape or form, I’m pretty sure that’s a moral sin… I guess I’ve just been lucky to grow up with four seasons, spruce trees and golden retrievers, and know that home is 6 million acres bounded by a blue line…. And I’m more than content with just that.
Hana of course, will never leave my mind or heart. There’s really something unexplainable about this place, with its beauty and culture, it’s truly is filled with Aloha, like Hawaii should be. But everything’s temporary if you give it enough time…..
So thank you for following me on this journey. For those who’ve been entertained by the wanderings of my mind and experiences, you’re welcome. And for those not always getting my humor, I’m sorry. But if you have enjoyed reading about me livin’ this Hana life, please feel free to leave me a comment!
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A final Aloha to you all, and as always, mahalo for reading. <3
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