It was a misty morning here in NYC, but clearly these images are not from here.

I temporarily misplaced the drive I used to store my newest pics, but instead was happy to find these…

…from another wonderful misty morning, on the Windward side of Oahu.

I miss digging my toes into that cool sand.

And waking up to the sound of nothing but waves crashing on the beach. Total bliss.

The second night at Malaekahana we parked our VW right by the beach. This is how good it felt to wake up there.

Upon waking up, the first thing  I saw was this, to my right.

Then, this, looking down and straight ahead.

When living in a van, one becomes very good at crouching.

We had a classic Hawaiian breakfast of papaya with lemon.

Then, we left our camp to embark on the day’s adventures.

The people at the campground recommended that we go to this place called Hukilau Café for an early lunch. The place is famous locally beacause scenes from the movie 50 First Dates were shot there.

It was on a street called Wahinepee, which was funny because Wahine means Girl in Hawaiian. I had a decent salad for $1.50, probably the cheapest meal I had all trip.

Serenity.

Waking up in the desert is amazing.

I step out onto the porch and look out over the vast prairie that lies in front of me. All is silent.

I stretch and yawn and am amazed that it’s actually realtively cool here in the morning hours.

Maybe that’s why pretty desert flowers survive.

It also amazes me that there are power lines out here. Too bad there were no solar panels back when these were installed. It would surely have been easier.

One day, I want my own little house on the prairie. Off the grid.

Sunlight streaming through the curtains, I awake to the sounds of the amazing gardens outside. Despite the heatwave that hit L.A. this weekend, the morning air is still cool.

I walk outside the pink house that is my temporary home to smell the flowers, breathe some fresh mountain air and say good morning to the dogs.

Then, I turn back in for some reading, a great Swedish book about a 100-year-old man who escapes from the old folks home in search of adventure. It’s never too late.

The bustle of downtown Los Angeles is far below; tranquility reigns up here in the urban oasis on the hill. Next: Breakfast.

/// Dress, Thrift / Boots, Thrift / Cardigan, Marshall’s ///