The inevitable has happened: I have left the Islands for other shores.
It breaks my heart and I will probably never again be able to listen to Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's honeyed voice without becoming misty-eyed. Hawaii is truly a magical place, where life has a different rhythm, that of the waves, of the rains and the gentle trade winds. I can still recall the day I arrived, full of expectation. The first thing I noticed was the sweet smell of flowers. The next was the warmth of the people, who, with great hospitality, took care of me and instantly made me feel at home. That feeling only became stronger, thanks to my lovely new friends.
Now that I have left, I have a hole in my heart, part of me is left, staring at the ocean on one of the beautiful beaches, wandering through the rain forest, smelling the plumeria.
My life will never be the same.
Mahalo nui loa.