We once lived on the tiny island of Kauai. We loved it there. A small, rural town in the middle of paradise. Twenty years ago we were married there. We spent several hard years building a business that we could remotely manage so we could relo. And that we did.
We ate really well – too many malasadas, lots of fresh poke and sushi with fish our neighbors and friends caught, mix plates. We had crazy things in our garden like vanilla bean (it’s an orchid!), black pepper plants, a huge lemon tree, mango, and rogue guavas. Lots of friends were made quickly (so wonderful the ppl there are) and there were many “Aloha Friday” parties at our small house where we made cute cocktails and celebrated the end of the workweek sometimes with lawn games like tetherball.
We spent our days off under big gazebo tents on the beach where we swam and ate sandwiches. Many happy hours were spent volunteering at the humane society taking pet photos and website work. We hiked ancient mountain trails and swam in cold, deep ponds in the backcountry that only locals knew of and could get to in our 4×4 trucks. It was awesome. Mostly.
I write this only to record it in a small way just for us. If you are reading it, please excuse the rambling. I jabber a lot and I’m an open book. You prob already know this because you are likely an IRL friend. When I find more photos I will add them and tell some Kauai stories.