Not that Southern California ever gets that cold, really, but it does to me. I’m always wandering around wearing a flannel shirt as a second layer and often multiple others as well. After much deliberation over cost, time away, and pre-tax-time preparation I convinced Kent to escape to Hawaii with me. We prefer visiting less touristy areas and like to stay in out-of-the-way, funky places. Fortunately, for me, he enjoys the challenge of slogging through endless details on the internet. I do not. I’d rather pull weeds or repair water lines than spend hours in front of a computer screen. Anything to avoid the inevitable neck and shoulder pain that comes with that unpleasant activity, and, of course, the resulting headache from the unnatural glare.
Alright, enough whining. Jump ahead to descending the steps from the airplane, walking across the tarmac, and catching a shuttle for the rental car office.
The jovial bald man behind the counter looked up our information. “Well, we don’t have any of the compacts in right now, like the one you reserved. But you’re in luck.” He flashed us one of those car salesman type smiles. “You get a free upgrade to one of our sporty Mustangs! You’re gonna love it!” And another salesmanship grin.
Kent looked over at me and replied, “Well, we’re not really car people. It doesn’t matter that much to us.”
The poor guy didn’t quite know how to respond so he pushed the paperwork toward us with a little gadget. “And it doesn’t even need a key.”
I stared at the little flat object and asked, “What do we do with this?”
“Oh, it’s easy-peasy. You just step on the accelerator and it goes.”
Kent and I exchanged looks. “How do you turn it off? Or lock it?”
“Oh, you’ll figure it out,” he assured us. “I just know you’re gonna love it.”
“Do you think you could perhaps give us a lesson on how to operate it?”
“Let me help these next folks while you guys go out and play around with it and then if you still have questions then I’ll come on out.”
Kent and I dragged our suitcases and backpacks out to the white convertible and after finally figuring out how to open the trunk we loaded our luggage. We would have liked to be able to put some things on the back seat, but there were no back doors. I realized how labor intensive getting our stuff in and out of the back would be when we’d have to adjust and readjust the front seats every time we needed something. Also, not a feel good option for our old, tired spines either. I played with the windows and soon discovered that the front and back windows didn’t quite line up, no matter what order you opened and closed them. Hello – it’s rainy, very rainy, on the east side of the island and I didn’t want to get dinged for a water damaged rental car.
So, Kent went back in to tell the man that we didn’t actually love the car after all. And what do you know, but a small, four-door compact (like we’d originally requested) miraculously became available. Fancy that. It even had a real key! We finally drove out of the lot, sure that they were all laughing at us old duffers for turning down a Mustang convertible for a little tin can. But we were just happy as punch.
Hawaii is a beautiful place, especially where it hasn’t been built up yet. We stayed in a couple rustic tiny houses with no indoor toilets. Going out to the outhouse was fine for us. I grew up with that and we still have one up the hill for when we’re out doing chores. There’s certainly a whole lot less water waste with those. Hiking the rugged trails, lolling around the beaches (black, white, grey, and green sand varieties), and buying food at the local farmers markets provided a fun getaway for us. Wouldn’t it be nice to visit some tropical island every January?
Light rains began here in Ramona as more precipitation fell there. But once home, we got hammered by the biggest rainstorm in years. Welcome to trenching and soggy boots! But honestly, it is always nice to get back home. I love seeing the creek run, and listening to the frogs at night, and watching the birds prepare for spring. If nothing else, traveling makes me appreciate home more, seeing it through renewed eyes. Isn’t that called freshness of appreciation? I remember that term from a college psychology course and think of it often. It’s such a wonderful way to look at things. We don’t always have to get away to experience this. Sometimes all it takes is the little things. Like unexpectedly connecting with some stranger and reaffirming that you’re not alone. Or walking out your door and witnessing a spectacular sunrise. Perhaps reading a passage in a book or magazine that resonates with you. Anyway, enough of my rambling for now – awaken to your own freshness of appreciation, wherever or whenever it arrives.
Chi Varnado is working on a new MG/YA series about a dance studio. Her memoir, A CANYON TRILOGY: Life Before, During and After the Cedar Fire and her children’s book, The Tale of Broken Tail are available on www.amazon.com. Her collection of essays, Quail Mutterings, can be found on www.chivarnado.com. You can follow us on www.Facebook.com/gnomewoodcanyon.