"I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, / If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles." - Whitman
Monday, June 29, 2009
Postcard to My Followers in Hawai'i
"Home"
Honolulu, Pearl City, Hawai'i
USA
Dear Everyone,
Look! Slippas! I feel so at home! I ride in truckbeds like highschool days, but this time, I stand up and hold onto the roof as we speed under the sun and stars. Here travelers from Poland feel the Aloha of the island way and of our group of 5 women . . . No sashimi but lots of tilapia. Plenny rice but covered in beans. Not lilikoi, but fruitas de la passion. Same same. Surfers have the same passion. People have the same rhythm. Sun has the same heat. The cockaroaches are bigga and Sea Lions not dogs bark on the beach. It's so blue. It would take me 20 days to sail to you. People here dream of the North Shore. No rubbish. So clean.
Mahalos,
Kenipala
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