Kauai Love

My dearest Jack,
I was disappointed to hear that your busy schedule did not allow for you to travel with us to Kauai. I was racked up with guilt knowing that you were looked after by strangers and spent most of your days all by your lonesome catching up on some much-needed sleep while #thetrio was off to another fun adventure. Can you ever forgive us?
I reached out to Duke the other day explaining my long hiatus and recalling the unfortunate series of events that unfolded during our first day on Kauai. I guess it served us right for going without you.
Luckily, the second day was met with dry and warmer weather. The next time “we” go to Kauai, you definitely have to check out Ono Family Restaurant. You won’t be disappointed. The food was amazing. You must try everything on the menu. And the service was top notch.
My dear Jack, you can’t go to Kauai without checking out the beaches. I may be biased here, but I highly recommend spending time in the southern region. When it rains in the northern part of the island, the locals head south. Isn’t it amazing that this tiny island has multiple metereological conditions happening around different areas at the same time?
The little town of Poipu has several beaches to choose from. If you prefer a calmer beach, go to Baby Beach. For wavier, boogieboard friendly beach, try Shipwreck Beach. You should have seen Duke, he hiked the top of the hill overlooking Poipu in record time. The view from above was magnificent. Vast greenery as far as the eye can see on one side and clear emerald waters on the other.
We didn’t have a lot of time here, my old pal. Most of our time was spent hiking up this hill and waiting for this girl to jump off the cliff. But right before she was about to jump, we spotted this majestic green sea turtle. Maybe that turtle saved her life because she didn’t jump after all. But in any case, we didn’t stick around long enough to find out if she changed her mind. We had a flight to catch. A plane ride around the island.
Oh sweet Jack, how I wish you were able to see the view from the top. We flew over several waterfalls, river, canyons, and several places where they shot Hollywood films like Jurassic Park. The tiny plane was soaring above the clouds and hovering above the mountains. The feeling was indescribable, and it was something I’ve never experienced before. I wish we could have experienced it together. My heart ached because you weren’t there to see it first hand and I hope I did it justice describing it to you. Our pilot pointed out a family of whales immediately below us. You and I have talked about wanting to see them but never in this grand scale. As I write this letter to you, I feel tightness around my throat and my eyes are welling up with tears. Forgive me, old pal. This experience will be forever etched in my memory. How can anyone put a price on that? The time spent on the plane flew by fast and without realizing it, we were making our descent.
It wasn’t recommended to have lunch before the plane tour for obvious reasons. We headed straight to Hamura Saimin for some noodle soup. Can you believe that we haven’t gone swimming? So, we went back to Poipu to swim and watch the sunset. We arrived an hour before sunset and I can only describe it as the golden hour. The rays of the sun were diffused and soft. The only other time you’ll see this kind of light is an hour after sunrise. I took a lot of shirtless photos. I’ll spare your appetite and won’t subject you to that aversion. You’re welcome.
After Poipu, we drove to the little town of Hanapepe for Friday night’s Art walk. The whole town was there. There were several food vendors, restaurants, art galleries and live music. The atmosphere was intoxicating. There were lots of people walking around with newly purchased art work. The three of us decided on Filipino food sold by a mother and daughter tandem. They had a small table with a shade structure set up. They had traditional Filipino noodles, chicken and pork adobo, barbeque on a stick. The food tasted like home. It was comforting. We walked around and visited most of the art galleries. I ended up buying something from a local artist. I guess you could say that I’m a sucker. I didn’t get you anything. Can you ever forgive me?
I have loads more to tell you. I hope this letter ignites your fire and fuel your passion to travel more. I’ll keep in touch.
Lovingly yours,

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