The ingredients for a perfect Hawaiian weekend?
Short answer: LOVE / SUN / SAND / OCEAN / SURF / YOGA/ GRINDS
REPEAT
Longer Answer: start reading 😉
It’s starts with coffee… really good coffee. Flown in all the way from Washington and personally delivered to me by amazing Pacific Northwest living mountain boyfriend Jared.
Leisurely breakfasts always follow, and a road trip to Oahu’s most beautiful beach ensues. Hours are spent at Yokohama with the majority of the day drifting underwater diving and shelling. The colors on the largely untouched Westside are insane. Yes insane is the only word to describe it. The mountains are glowing green. The Ocean is on acid with blends of blues. The clarity is beyond impressive. We have to break once before hanger (hunger + anger) gets the best of us.
Lunch that day is served farm to table at Kahumana Farms deep in Waianae. Fresh organic greens are served straight from the garden that I can see from my seat as I grind away on my grilled ahi salad. WOOFERS (Workers on Organic Farms) pile into the community style cafe and we learn that they help run the 9 acre farm. We take a self guided tour and check out the different types of fruits and veggies growing steady from the Hawaiian soil. I also make a mental list of all the things I want growing in my future garden. 😉
We head back to Yokes for a few more rounds of shelling and sun worshipping before driving back into town to our favorite Indian restaurant Maharini’s . This place never lets you down. Sorry, no food porn pictures!
The next morning, (leisurely breakfast and coffee checked off the list) it’s yoga photo shoot time with two of my favorite (and very talented) people – photographer/writer Mike Keany and model/stylist Tiare Thomas.
More beach time and of course, more food time. The dinner menu tonight is Greek- and the only place to go for Greek on Oahu is BYOB chill spot The Olive Tree in Kahala. Kanack attacking once again, sleep comes easy (except for the thought of having to take Jared back to the airport the next day). But before airport comes surfing.
After lunch, I reluctantly take him to the airport, anticipating next week when it’s my turn to fly to him. We’re definitely racking up the frequent flier miles. Splitting time between Seattle & Honolulu and holding on to the best of both worlds we have and share with each other.
