There’s a different vibe here in Honolulu. I haven’t quite been able to call it out yet. It’s an interesting place for sure. I’m on a sixth floor balcony above the main thoroughfare. Every so many minutes a double-decker bus glides by, tour guide announcing the Waikiki Beach along the way. The plaza is busy with quite the casual looking crew.
Our hotel room is another story, but we’re laughing about it. This is an old, needs-refurbishing building. Our room is tiny. There’s not even a complimentary coffee pot. The one chair in the room is very worn as is a dresser with sticking drawers. However, the bed is the centerpiece. Oh yes. A queen sized teeter-totter is what it resembles. One side goes down, the other pops up. It’s hard enough making a queen bed work with my husband and I, but he now adds a pillow behind his back so I have one-third of the bed to his two-thirds. Laughter. That’s the only thing that’s going to make this work.
Sun begins to set here now. Birds are squawking in a nearby tree while the never ending rush of traffic passes beneath me. And the people keep going – swimming, paddle boarding, surfing, floating. This city has vitality. You can’t help liking it for what it is. (Well, maybe the hub doesn’t quite feel the same way, but that’s okay. He’s here for the next three nights if we don’t catapult ourselves neck deep into the ceiling from the see-saw bed).