There are pictures of me on Hawaii.
I have memories of going to Maui, Hawaii every November.
My oldest siblings have gone back since 1994.
I have not and I actually did not go in 2007 when my siblings went for a remembrance tour for our beloved parents.
I even have friends that lived or live on the islands and still I don't go.
The reality is my memories as ever rose colored as they are can be far more precious than the destruction of an ecosystem.
One of the few if not absolute tragedy about the Hawaiian Islands is the amount of trash accumulated by tourist that is equally tragic used by the homeless in their makeshift shelters.
Pineapple Hill is now some weird estate housing project that is gated and there is no longer a restaurant that celebrates and maintains a few traditions of the Hawaiian people.
My siblings told me about the CostCo at the end of the runway that is horrible in my own humble opinion
I got PB&J sandwiches while my parents placated by POG ...Oh I loved that drink and to this day when I find Guava, Orange, Pineapple Juice I am tempted to drink it though I think my parents added a little sumpin' else like Rum to theirs.
We would spend days in the ocean and on the sand.
I would go to the shops and be left to my own devices for hours.
I got a horrible sunburn and experienced time past that today I cherish.
Yet, the thought of going to Maui makes my gut churn almost instinctively.
I had thought of just going to Honolulu for the holidays a quick four day trip but I refrained in part because I would be a single traveler and the cost of packages was getting outrageous.
I do not know if I will ever go back to Maui ever again. I found Sand City where I go and I listen to the waves and I remember that magical enhanced time on the beach in maui trying to build a sand castle but not trying very hard onehanded while I munched on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and drank Pog.