I've fallen behind, so this may be a photo update of our time in Kauai over spring break. A family reunion that never panned out turned into a surfing holiday, mostly at Hanalei.
Surfing lessons were the boys' one request.
Jack, too! 
These were quite possibly the best tacos I'd ever had - from a gourmet food truck hosted by a retired chef. Post-Easter, he offered lamb! mint & fresh lime curry. Absolutely a revelation and delicious, plus lightly fried shell.
Witnessed this freshly prepped pig with hot lava rocks and banana leaves, buried in the ground.
Beth turned us all into scrabble competitors.
Michael really wanted to bring this prize home.
Went on an adventure at nearby Princeville Ranch: hiking, kayaking, ziplining.
Prize was lunch at the lagoon.
Puff the Magic Dragon from the land of Hanalei. 
Almost a daily ritual - this eccentric, temperamental lady made the best shave ice around, with the authentic azuki bean option at the bottom. Not bad.
Jack sporting a necklace - gift from Michael. 
We moved to the St Regis for brunch, enjoying snorkeling at Kee Beach for more protected waters in the somewhat unpredictable northern beach. Beth flew in from St Louis, her new home.
Not sure how to understand all this aloha culture - the language, laidback vibe, sensual pleasure - except as a culture not allowed to grow-up for the benefit of outsiders. The permanent sending good vibe your way and the self-consciously delivered native language - the string of consonants - felt more like evidence of a child arrested in development.Joan Didion's Slouching Towards Bethlehem carves an analysis of late '60s America, particularly California, containing an essay on Hawaii, as well, which was a perfect time capsule to the return of Mad Men, set in 1968 - the season premiere in fact traveling to HI. Mahalo and Aloha.
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