I am safely returned from my trip :)

Thank you to my family and to Kurt for taking large chunks of time out of their weekend to keep me entertained. I have photos that need me to wander out to the living room and put the camera on the recharger and transmitter thinger. Apparently I made a video of the exciting contents of my purse that drained its battery. Heh!

After the most excellent Loggins and Messina concert Friday night, Kurt drove us by our old stomping grounds (our high school campuses). They've dug up the Oval and its trees to build some stuff (he told me what, but I was dismayed and now I have no idea). Such sacrilege!

No okazuya again, but we went to the Discover Moiliili Festival where I got to revel in local kine stuffs and watch the Okinawan dancers. And that made me get all lump-in-the-throat because everything was familiar but different. The music, the smells, pidgin English everywhere. And yet, it's not my home anymore, even if I could still lapse into enough local chat with the ladies at one of the craft booths that they would probably not suspect (much) that I've lived elsewhere for the past 25 years.

Sitting on the little balcony of the hotel room, I reflected that so many folks save up for the chance to sit and watch the sunrise over Diamond Head, to walk barefoot in the waves, to visit all the touristy shops and consider souvenirs, then see the sun set over Waikiki beach at night. I grew up with all that and I still enjoyed them. Probably because it's not my home any more; I'm just another tourist now.

Later, more da kine stuff, li' dat. I stay tired. Alooooooha!

I am safely returned from my trip :)

Thank you to my family and to Kurt for taking large chunks of time out of their weekend to keep me entertained. I have photos that need me to wander out to the living room and put the camera on the recharger and transmitter thinger. Apparently I made a video of the exciting contents of my purse that drained its battery. Heh!

After the most excellent Loggins and Messina concert Friday night, Kurt drove us by our old stomping grounds (our high school campuses). They've dug up the Oval and its trees to build some stuff (he told me what, but I was dismayed and now I have no idea). Such sacrilege!

No okazuya again, but we went to the Discover Moiliili Festival where I got to revel in local kine stuffs and watch the Okinawan dancers. And that made me get all lump-in-the-throat because everything was familiar but different. The music, the smells, pidgin English everywhere. And yet, it's not my home anymore, even if I could still lapse into enough local chat with the ladies at one of the craft booths that they would probably not suspect (much) that I've lived elsewhere for the past 25 years.

Sitting on the little balcony of the hotel room, I reflected that so many folks save up for the chance to sit and watch the sunrise over Diamond Head, to walk barefoot in the waves, to visit all the touristy shops and consider souvenirs, then see the sun set over Waikiki beach at night. I grew up with all that and I still enjoyed them. Probably because it's not my home any more; I'm just another tourist now.

Later, more da kine stuff, li' dat. I stay tired. Alooooooha!