From Malaga to Honolulu

Pending rain on Oahu's windward side

Liz and me catching the sunset at Kapalua Bay, Maui

Thanksgiving feast on a makeshift surfboard table with the boys from Date and Pa'ani

After a year of teaching kids their English ABC’s and sipping cheap wine against a backdrop of flamenco and sunburned British tourists, I craved green and blue. Hawaii was the obvious destination. It also happens to be where I promised myself in ninth grade that I would move after college. Thanks to hospitable friends and a small savings, I’ve been couch surfing my way to a new life in the Aloha State. I’m restarting my blog and will keep you “posted.”