to Waikiki Beach,
you might want to jump back on your airplane.
This area is….
and boasts of things not seen in my PNW neighborhood.
in this beautiful city park.
This guy even has a wicker table.
This is not a camping spot.
This is a city park.
This guy even has multi-colored tarps
and a cooler.
I guess they aren’t chased out in this neighborhood.
Laundry is frequently seen hanging on balconies,
in garages, along fences.
They are honestly green,
not just boasting,
but taking action.
I guess sleeping on the beaches is fine, too.
The rules in this island neighborhood are different, too.
Riding without helmets is legal.
I was a little worried about these kids.
I understand why laws are created to protect people.
This run down bus was one of many
that really sell food.
On the other side there were
picnic tables full of feasting people.
I don’t think this neighborhood has a Health Department
that inspects these “kitchens.”
I would love to find these yogurts
in my neighborhood.
The flavors were amazing!
My 7-11 doesn’t sell these snacks.
Some were good,
some were interesting,
some were disgusting.
We read the fine print and found out
IKA is squid.
Not the jerky we buy
in our PNW neighborhood.
My sickly philodendron is in a pot
the size of this leaf.
This is a gun range.
Yep, right next to the highway.
My kids were jealous to see these kids chasing birds on the beach.
Once, we were almost kicked out of a museum because
one of my kids, along with a few guests from Paraguay,
chased a pigeon.
The museum employee threatened us by yelling,
“It’s HIS home!”
Another time, a child of mine was yelled at by several PNW moms,
for chasing ducks at the beach.
OK, he also threw a football,
while chasing the ducks away from our lunch,
but he did miss by a mile.
I always thought it tragic that they valued the duck’s well-being,
more than my son’s.
He wasn’t scarred for life,
but I was.
Even though there were interesting things
that made me thankful for my PNW home,
Hawaii is still
you don’t see this sight,
in my PNW neighborhood.