This morning, I was looking at a few recipes in my binder, looking for one of my Christmas Eve hors d’oeuvres, and came across some with pineapples. Pineapples made me think of Hawaii — and then I thought of my trip to Honolulu.
Hawaii was a sensational adventure. Years ago, my trip marked the first time I was on a plane, the first time I left the North American continent, and the first time I was away from my family. People at work chartered a DC8 to Honolulu, and we were there for a full week in November.
We had breakfast on the plane, and for the first time I had a Spanish omelet. I asked the stewardess what it was, and she said it was an egg omelet with spicy tomato salsa. It was good, but it was not spicy to me.
After we landed at Honolulu Airport, and the young girls and youths in Hawaiian dress greeted us with leis and “Aloha!” a bus took us to our hotel. After we settled in, guess where a couple of us went for a quick lunch!
At least we tried a Mahi Mahi (fish) sandwich. That was different from submitting to a Big Mac attack.
Would I ever go back to Hawaii? Maybe, but via a ship, and I’d like to visit the other islands, too, besides Oahu. And no fast food joints, either.
Currently, I am working on a book of my travel experiences, of the whacky places I visited, and the zany people I met along the way. I’ll be sharing a few excerpts here on my blog. I expect the book to be finished summer of 2018.
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