Travel adventures
I sucked as an expat. As an inveterate traveler, this was shameful to me, I was embarrassed by the bouts of homesickness. I was ashamed of the days I spent bleakly staring at what was, by all accounts, a breathtakingly beautiful landscape and wishing, with all my might, that I was elsewhere. I felt awkward …
We dropped the car at the dealer at about 10 am in the heart of Renton’s auto row. We hadn’t arranged for alternative transportation — we didn’t know how long it would take but there was no place we had to be. I’d checked the map earlier to find a place for coffee — we …
It is easy to dislike Hawaii if you’re in Waikiki. It’s a crowded not-quite-anywhere strip of hotels and shopping and pale unadventurous architecture, it smells of coconut tanning oil and second hand smoke and spilled mai tais. Homeless people stroll the avenue side by side with Japanese tourists sporting t shirts that make no sense. …
“I really enjoy forgetting. When I first come to a place, I notice all the little details. I notice the way the sky looks. The color of white paper. The way people walk. Doorknobs. Everything. Then I get used to the place and I don’t notice those things anymore. So only by forgetting can I …
On the Mamalahoa Highway between Waimea and Kailua. I adjusted the levels some on this photo, but there’s no sepia post production filter on it. The sky was indeed that weird flat white, and the hills and fence posts weathered brown and gray.
This morning at the breakfast buffet, I did something a little weird. After I’d emptied the rest of the sugar packet into my second cup of coffee, I filled the little brown package with salt, folded it in half, and tucked it into my wallet. That seemed a better thing to do than stealing borrowing …