When I stepped out of Kahalui airport, the difference in the weather was immediately evident. No longer was I surrounded by California’s dry air, but rather the sticky humidity that comes with the tropics. I had only a few short days in Hawaii and I was going to make each day count. Hawaii is known for its beautiful beaches but my eyes immediately drew its gaze to the incredibly lush green hills embracing the clouds. No matter what hour of the day, the tallest peaks were hidden behind the curtain of white skies, leaving an unanswered curiosity at what lingered behind. 

Dragons? Dinosaurs? 

Okay, so maybe I’ve watched too much Lord of the Rings movies and seen one too many Jurassic World trailers.

For some reason, I was drawn not only to the hilltops, but also to the crevices in the valleys where the layers of mist entered so easily, so majestically - a place where we, even with our planes and jets and flying contraptions, could not peak through as effortlessly.

Maui was a place of discovery and a place of fulfillment. I learned more about myself and made decisions I’ve questioned more so than any other time beforehand. I had meaningful conversations with both a complete stranger and a dear friend. I hitch-hiked. I took a solo three-mile walk away from town into the valley where I was surrounded by nothing but trees, vines and weeds with the company of silence. 

Any kind of travel, no matter how close or far from home, is always good for the soul. You take risks. You take chances. You get back what you’re willing to put forward. Until next time, Hawaii. Mahalo.


Brick walls. Woven chairs. Framed paintings of surfboards and the sea. The ringing of the cash register. Where you can feel right at home while sipping coffee in the middle of paradise.


It’s no five-star hotel, but it’s a place where travelers from all parts of the world can come together and become, in a few short days, a sort of ohana.