Kauai, without question.
I attended a wedding with my ex the dirty boat stealing hippie in Kauai about 12 years ago. I’d never been to Hawaii but regularly traveled to Mexico every winter and knew it was my favorite kind of climate. I prefer summer to winter and could happily retire every last pair of winter boots.
I remember landing at the open air airport and being enveloped by the sweet smelling breeze. I’ve never felt instantly at home, anywhere…. and now I knew what people were talking about when they found where they belonged. I’m shy and nervous in new places and with people I don’t know. That wasn’t the case in Kauai. I felt at ease behind the wheel of the rental car, and made myself at home in our rental house.
I’m a sucker for waxy white tropical flowers, and LORD have mercy was I spoiled everywhere I looked. Hedges made of gardenia and jasmine, tuberose blooming in long spikes filled the air around you with heady perfume. The houseplants in my kitchen were outdoor vegetation in Kauai and fruit lined the highways everywhere you looked. I stopped for all of it. I picked guava and bananas, mangoes and pineapple. I filled my hair with flowers every morning and fell madly in love with Kauai.
The eucalyptus tree tunnel was so spectacular I think I’m still absorbing the magnificence.
I cried on the flight home because I didn’t want to leave. I can’t believe I haven’t been back yet.
Someday, somehow… I’ll have a little farm on the little island paradise of my dreams. I’ll grow tomatoes year round and life will be perfect. ♥