Three weeks in the Sandwich Islands
I’ve been dropping hints about an upcoming holiday in Hawai’i, and now it’s here! Tomorrow morning I leave the cold of Wellington and head for sunny, sub-tropical, sublime, Hawai’i. I’m so excited to be going home – to see my parents, and their farm, and all the beloved haunts of my childhood (OK, now I sound like Anne Shirley). It’s a bit of a bittersweet trip though. Because of work, Mr D isn’t able to come too. And this will be my first trip home without a sister home as well. One of my sisters will come for one weekend, but it’s not the same. We may fight and argue at times, but my sisters are my best friends, and best playmates. Everything is more fun with them around, and this time they won’t be. Trips home are also a reminder that I’m growing older, and my parents are too. Sometimes I hate change. But some things will always be the same. The farm is a perfectly imperfect slice of paradise. Mangoes are never less …
