The breeze blows through your hair differently. It’s lighter. And your hair always looks amazing. Like, you never have to wrestle with the wind to avoid a pseudo comb-over.
The beer tastes different. Because it probably has guava or pineapple or mango in it. Same for the barbecue sauce. The heat is perfectly dulled by a tiny triangle of sweet, fresh fruit. And you can’t get enough of it.
The air is stickier. It settles on your skin. And it lets you know how close you are to the ocean. That you’re seconds away from salty water.
The stars twinkle more here. And I’m not exaggerating. I watch stars every night. And they don’t twinkle like they do here. They almost dance in the sky.
The turtles here are chill. Totally chill. They sun on the beach like a hungover frat boy and couldn’t care less what time it is or who is looking at them. They just need the sun and will do what they need to in order to get it. Our turtles at home need to take a Hawaii pill.
The goats are just as adorable except they stand on solidified lava. So, Hawaii goats win. And the cats win, too. Because they just get to wander into beachfront restaurants and act cute.
All around, the vibe is just different. It’s chill. And open – our hotel doesn’t even have walls in the common areas – or, like, windows. It’s just open. There is no door to even exit to the beach. You just walk out. And there you are.
Hawaii is different in all the right ways. Because you feel like you’re walking on air. And who can’t be okay with that?