Day 7: Early Lessons Learned at the North Shore ............................

The North Shore is absolutely gorgeous.  It took over two hours on a crowded bus to get there, but the ride was well worth it.  After laying down at Waimea to relax, I began to think of my first week's lessons learned. 

Here, in no particular order, are a few:
1. Warmth and generosity unapologetically pour out of so many people here.  Sure, you have your grumbling, surly malcontents, your hotheaded youngsters ready to scrap, and your purely self-interested folks indifferently skipping to the beat of their own self-love, same as anywhere else, but there seem to be an inordinate amount of folks that just like to help out.  The instances in which each of my roommates, local friends, and complete strangers have done something nice for me would fill up a dozen blogs.  

2.  Speaking of people, I believe that there are only two types that exist on Hawaii's beaches: (1) young and hot, and (2) old and overflowing.  Yes, overflowing.  You are quite welcome for that image. 

3.  A Honolulu "The Bus" monthly pass is the best thing ever. 

4.  I am old.  

5.  As wonderful as the ocean is, I think I like having so much green around almost as much.