I found these great paper masks in a little shop in Hanalei. They were hand-made by one of the girls who worked at the shop. Pineapples are after the jump.
Today is our last full day on Kaua’i. We leave tomorrow morning. I thought I would’ve posted more about the island, but I was a bit surprised by it. I think I wasn’t really being fair to Kaua’i, as I compared her in my mind to Maui—the island I visited on my last two trips to Hawaii. Kaua’i is not Maui, but I wanted it to be. At least at first. I was looking forward to a vacation lazing about a sunny beach, swimming in a calm, warm ocean, and sauntering over to the bar for Mai Tai refills. I imagined amazing coconut shrimp, kalua pork tacos, and an endless supply of good, local food.
Instead, we’re here in Princeville,
When you’re in the South of Spain, you simply must jump on a ferry, go across the Strait of Gibraltar (it’s only an hour), and get dumped off in Morocco. You’ll be in Tangier! Snake charmers and camels! Mosaics! You’ll have more of a culture shock going that one hour from Spain to Morocco than you will traveling from the US to Spain, or wherever it is you’re coming from. Maybe Germany? Japan? Those are really the only choices. Everyone else is poor and can’t afford to travel. Except for China, but they don’t really let their people out of the country so easily. And not that the people are the ones with the money. And besides, they’re much too busy these days making your iPhones. We get to travel not them. Feeling guilty? Yeah, I know. It’s a first-world problem.
Well, anyway, I went to Tangier
I was in Spain last October visiting my friend Pamela (that sounds so jet-set!). She’s American, or El Salvadorian or some shit like that. Anyway, she lives in Madrid now. Pam is an absolute delight. She’s youthful, fresh, full of energy and funny as fuck. She’s always laughing. And you want to be around people like that because then you’re always laughing. Pam was the first mamacita who told me about El Salvadorian Pupusas. The yummy stuffed corn masa goodness. Make it, buy it, eat it. You can thank me with a cash donation.
So, back to Madrid. One night Pam took me out to show me the amazing,