THE KAUA'I JOURNALS: Week 2

THE KAUA'I JOURNALS: Week 2

Has it really been two weeks since I’ve arrived? Time is slower here, the evenings shortened somehow. I always feel ready for bed by 9pm yet time stretches on and I seem to have more than enough time to work and play.

Should I hike out to this rock cliff? Awa’awapuhi Trail, Na’Pali Coast

Should I hike out to this rock cliff? Awa’awapuhi Trail, Na’Pali Coast

Moving to Kaua’i was born of a deep desire within my soul to be connected to nature again, to rebirth the wildness inside me as a human animal, an energy that had been tamed by 15 years living in mega-cities including Los Angeles, NYC and Austin.

A few ways I’ve been connecting to the inner wild woman:

  • Every day I put at least my feet in the ocean but most days I dip my whole body.

  • Pee outside. Cop a squat and go.

  • Spend more time outdoors than indoors.

  • Walk to my destinations.

  • Hike a strenuous trail.

  • Memorize a constellation.

Country living meets beach living with a hint of mountain living thrown in - that is Kaua’i. The island is small and I’m adjusting not just to island life but to small-town life. Shopping at Ross is my new nightlife. Open until midnight on Friday and Saturday nights, this is my new favorite activity that doesn’t involve bar life.

Already I feel more connected to my fellow human beings even though building relationships in a new place is always a slow process that takes patience, time and shared experiences with new friends. Finding small, sweet moments with new friends young and old is my new joy on island.

After a beach afternoon, I stopped for an açaí bowl and met a three year old resident of the island named Lucia who gave me a sweet-smelling flower as a present. When I asked her what her favorite part of living on the island was she replied, “Chasing the chickens.” Fair enough.

I have secretly been harboring murderous thoughts towards the island chickens after I was assaulted by one for my burrito bowl at Da Crack. The assailant left an actual chicken scratch upon my thigh. An attempted assault occurred today at Island Taco by an unknown chicken suspect. Who knew chickens would kill for Tex-Mex?

My favorite post-hike lunch on the West side of the island - aptly named Island Taco

My favorite post-hike lunch on the West side of the island - aptly named Island Taco

Other highlights from my week:

My read this past week, a psychological thriller that I finished in two days!

My read this past week, a psychological thriller that I finished in two days!

  • Got my temporary library card - $10 gets non-residents a 3 month card, $25 gets you 5 years - a sweet deal! Books are my friend anytime I move to a new place.

  • Discovered the library is an ideal working environment - ice cold AC, quiet, quaint yet modern with fast Wi-Fi (oh and it’s FREE!)

  • Found 55 cents on the ground - abundance is everywhere!

  • Picked avocados and limes (anxiously awaiting the ripening!)

  • Hung out with Aruba, my neighbor’s golden retriever who likes to come visit - the open, communal aspect of island living appeals to my heart. There is inherent trust among people because if you break the law, you aren’t going anywhere. What are you going to do? Swim to Maui? No. You’re getting caught. So people share their dogs and rarely lock their doors.

  • Listened to a world-renowned ukulele player at Oasis Restaurant and Bar

  • Hiked the demanding Awa’awapuhi Trail

  • Finished a page-turning novel called The Perfect Wife in two days (highly recommend! A great beach or summer read)

Aloha until next week!

Aruba the island dog named properly so.

Aruba the island dog named properly so.



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