Drive up the road with the tall grasses, windows down to hear their soft sighs. Pass the roadside stand, stop for honey and a piece of chocolate that you will let slowly melt on your tongue, sweet and bitter.
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I think when most people conjure up images of Honolulu, the imagination seems to stop at visions of swimsuit clad tourists hanging out on Waikiki beach working on winter tans while trying to catch a wave on a longboard. Streets lined with all the big hotel brands, oodles of sunshine and a palm tree on every corner. Continue reading
“Don’t you just love those long afternoons in New Orleans when an hour isn’t just an hour–but a little piece of eternity dropped into your hands–and who knows what to do with it?”
— Tennessee Williams (A Streetcar Named Desire)
Some places are just filled with a certain…something.
Something that creeps up under your skin and lights you up from the inside out.
Like New Orleans.