Nearly one year ago, I wrote about a recent trip to Maui - my first to Hawaii. I can remember wanting to write much more, but I never got around to it and have been carrying around two sheets of paper ever since. Here's what I wrote down.
May 2, 2013
My trip to Maui was fantastic and I'm once again reminded how lucky I am to have friends all over the country and world to stay with. Yes - it's because I have put myself in situations to make friends with interesting people that just Go Do, but I need to express gratitude for being part of the circle I'm in.
This excursion was as close to spontaneous travel as I've ever done in that I said, "I've never been to Hawaii, so why don't I just book a flight?" It did help that I was tipsy and being encouraged by a cute girl at the bar (who checked up on me to make sure I booked my flight), but I get the feeling this is just the beginning. Book flights when you're drunk, you guys. You can figure out all the pesky, little details later. For me, those details were a place to stay and I figured worst case (or best case) scenario, I'd just Airbnb it. Luckily, my pal Jenna was cool enough to let me crash on her futon and hang, which was great because she'd been living the island life for 18 months and could show me a better local experience.
Now, Maui's fucking gorgeous but I'm always interested in the locals where I travel. If I don't spend enough time doing that, the trip feels incomplete. Knowing Jenna, I got to meet a handful of her friends and everyone was fuckin' ace. Beyond the island charm, I was surprised that they were inviting ME to join them in activities just hours after meeting them. The dudes wanted me to play football with them and nearly every girl I met greeted me with a smile, friendly kiss on the cheek and genuine interest in who I was. I learned local slang (like kanak attack) and was encouraged to jump off dangerously sharp lava rocks (but with tips on how to not kill myself). They took me to a nude beach with drum circles and fire dancing because it's something I had to see there. Well, I Imagine they wanted to see boobies too. Seriously though, I felt like family within a few hours. In an age where people complain about not being able to make friends after college, I know it's rare.
It's sad this isn't the case everywhere I've lived (only San Diego was kinda like that to me), but I take notice of stuff like that. I wonder what I did to make this possible. I have this bad habit of beleiving I live in a place after a short stay, but I couldn't help but think I could get used to this life. I really could.