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Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Walking, My New Transportation

At first I saw having to walk places as a total pain. It takes you about 5 times as long and you usually get pretty sweaty doing it. Lately though, I have kind of started to appreciate it. You notice what's around you a whole lot more for one. I have been getting some needed exercise for two. And you have the opportunity to walk alongside some pretty interesting people ...

I had to go to work this evening, and in lieu of my recent moped-less status, I decided against the bus (very infuriating), and the taxi (very awkward), and chose to walk. On my walk home, I ended up walking beside another girl who was by herself and headed in my same direction. I asked her if she wanted to walk together, as the street we just turned down was pretty empty (see how outgoing I am becoming?? haha). We started talking and it turns out Teresa is from Germany, just graduated school to be a teacher, and before she is settling down with a job, has taken an entire 18 months to travel the world!! How amazing?!?!? She does something called "Couch Surfers",  a program where you essentially sleep on members' couches (or floor, or spare bed, etc.) for a week or so before moving on to your next destination. I am in such awe at Teresa's independence to commit to traveling the world alone for a year and a half! It was so inspiring to talk to her. She has already been to Alaska, Seattle, Vancouver, Quebec, and obviously Hawaii and is only a few months in. We swapped numbers and plan to meet up sometime during the week she is here...

... If she's not careful I might end up on her German "kleiden" (couch) in the near future!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Black Betty and I have gone our separate ways . . .

I wish I could say I was sad to see her go... After getting her back from the mechanics for the second time, I decided I would be better off without her. Maybe she will work perfectly now for someone else, maybe not, either way she will not be causing me any more anguish! And I am happy to say I got all the money I spent, plus what I spent at the mechanics, minus $4 (I'll take it).

So now here lies my dilemma, to risk it with a new moped, pay to rent my Aunt's car, or what? Decisions, decisions, and I am so scared to make another bad one!

Advice??

Monday Night Dinner at Lolo's

Moped is fixed at the moment, I have put it on craigslist, I want nothing to do with it anymore. Hopefully I will be selling it first thing tomorrow morning...

Just got back from a delicious and much needed girls dinner at my friend Lolo's. She made a chili ginger salad with roasted beets, tofu, and carrots. And I made roasted butternut squash and cauliflower curry with jasmine rice. Yum yum! So nice to have close girlfriends to share good food, good gossip, and good stories with. We are hoping to make this a Monday night "thing". If anyone is interested in any of our Monday night recipes let me know, happy to share! ... of course the best part of our dinner wasn't homemade at all. Cookie dough ice cream with hot fudge! We had to fit in our dairy food group with all those vegetables we had for dinner - healthy eating is all about balance after all :)

Monday, August 29, 2011

The Moped Saga Continues

Okay. Just got off the phone with the mechanic from Saturday. The one who "fixed" my moped the first time. The "fix" that cost me $120.00, and lasted all of 10 minutes. I am hoping round two goes better. Wish me luck. I will keep you posted.

My Moped, the source of all evil . . .

I officially HATE my moped! I want to drive mine off a bridge into the ocean!! Oh wait, I can't! You know why?!? It won't even start! So even if I wanted to kill the most-infuriating thing I have ever paid money for, I couldn't... I even gave her a name - Black Betty, thinking we would have some good times together. I was sorely mistaken...

... source of all evil
Two days after buying it, the dang thing starts going crazy! It idles at 25mph when you first turn it on, I can go up my driveway without my hand even on the throttle. When I slow down for a red light, my darling little moped shuts off, and I have to restart.

Hey, but at least it runs right? Wrong! In the middle of the street it has one of its little shut down episodes, only this time it doesn't start back up. So I wait around for an hour and a half to have it picked up by a mechanic. I have to sit at a bar by myself waiting and waiting (the only plus to this is my discovery of "honey toast", see Foodie post). After two days at the mechanics, I get my moped back, drive it home, "Yay, it's fixed". Ha! Not so fast! A mere 10 minutes goes buy as I change to go meet up with a friend, I hop on the beloved moped I just paid to have fixed, go to turn it on, nothing! Seriously?? I JUST brought it home from the shop! I give the mechanic a call, they're closed. "Okay, I will call them tomorrow"...  nope closed on Sundays too. How perfect.

I crossed my fingers this morning that my moped would miraculously come back to life - and thank the lord it did! Woo hoo life is good! ... then it starts raining... not so good, but still, my moped is back! I get off work and am ready to go home for a quick break between jobs, put the key in the ignition, hit the start button ....................... my miracle has ended, and my good 'ole moped is down for the count, AGAIN! So now I am stuck in town with 3 hours to kill before my second job, which I have to walk to, in the heat, in pants, and the most uncomfortable shoes ever.

Literally the most frustrating thing of my life. Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

I can't believe how much I took my car for granted back home. I wanted to go somewhere, I hop in, it starts, I take off. Here, whole different story. I want to go somewhere, I hop on my moped try to start it, nothing... still need to go somewhere, wait 30 minutes for the bus, pay $3 (because I never have the exact $2.50),  get off at the wrong stop/transfer point approximately 4 times, and get to my destination 2 hours later. Now I need to get home, so I either pay $10 for a creepy taxi ride or I can walk home, while accumulating blisters and sweating my butt off. Oh how I miss my car!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Foodie at Heart

As much as I think the term "foodie" is kind of dorky, I am one. I am a foodie. True to my new title, here are my Hawaiian food reviews three weeks in (I'm sure this list will be constantly changing and growing): 
  • Coffee House: Easy... Coffee Talk on Waialae Ave. Amazing assortment of homemade scones, bread pudding, muffins, cookies, you name it. Their coffee is excellent, best iced coffee I've had in a while. I also tried a veggie burger that was pretty tasty as well. Overall, great atmosphere, yummy food and drinks. I love it.
  • Breakfast: Bogart's on Montserrat Rd. - delicious acai bowls, loaded breakfast sandwiches (I recommend the turkey bacon and adding avocado), and cinnamon french toast, yum!
  • Poke: I have personally had my favorite SO FAR, on the north shore at a little Hawaiian kwik-e-mart, but I have heard wonderful things about Ono's Seafood off of Kapahulu Ave.
  • Happy Hour: I wandered into Indigo in Chinatown and found they have delicious $4 martini's from 4pm-8pm, but get this... FREE pupu's from 4pm-5pm! They must have had a good 10 plates to choose from of mostly vegetable-based pupu's that were good, not great, but good ... and free.
  • Dessert: My heart is torn between the tried and true malasadas (Polynesian donuts made fresh) at Leonard's, and the honey toast from Shokudo Japanese on Kapiolani Blvd. I might be biased toward the honey toast though since it was served to me during my hour of need (right after my 2 day old moped broke down). Basically bite-sized pieces of soft, chewy bread, slightly toasted and drizzled with a sweet/salty honey sauce and topped with vanilla ice cream. Hot toast, cold ice cream, sweet honey, and salty bread - all about contrasting flavors, sooo good!
Honey Toast! Amazing!!
  • Dinner: this category is kind of "to be determined". I haven't been out to dinner much at all therefore this spot is up for grabs. I have heard great things about Town, but have yet to make it there. 
  • Dim Sum: Legends in the Chinese Cultural Plaza in Chinatown. The carts, the variety, the culture. Dim sum is so fun. Legends serves up dim sum from 10:30am-2pm, but I heard they get mad after 1pm so get there early!


*PS I want suggestions and more recommendations!

On another food note, I am very much looking forward to cooking with my friend who is attending culinary school at the community college... I am waiting for her to teach me everything she learns! ... and side note: I desperately need to go to the grocery store. Luckily it is across the street, and literally the most beautiful grocery store I have ever been. And their deli is amazing. And the poke is half off after 8pm. And it's open 24 hours :)

First Few Weeks... Ups and Downs Continued

Top: Malasada from Leonards's; Bottom: Koko Head Hike
The title of this post is "Ups and Downs", so obviously my first night, more of a down. Here are some of the ups: I have hiked to a waterfall, I have been sailing at sunset during a full moon and Friday fireworks (yes, every Friday Honolulu sends up fireworks, how cool?), I have surfed in crystal clear water under a full rainbow, I have hiked Koko Head to see all of Honolulu, I have discovered a bar with free pupu's during happy hour, a coffee shop with amazing snacks, and jammed out at an outdoor reggae concert. It seems like just when I am starting to miss home, or my two-day old moped dies for instance (don't even want to get into that one), Hawaii has a way of lifting you back up. Whether its a delicious lychee martini, a good surf session, or a custard malasada from Leonard's bakery ...

First Few Weeks... Ups and Downs

My first posting was more or less an introduction to describe how I came to end up here in Hawaii. I have been here exactly three weeks as of tomorrow and have had quite the adventure so far...

My journey back to Hawaii from the mainland was not a particularly enjoyable one to say the least. In addition to the 11 hours of flying, I encountered a few setbacks along the way. Besides being utterly distraught at leaving my boyfriend and our love child/puppy (who has a name, Hailey) behind, I had to stand in line to check my bag for over an hour, my plane took off late, I had a whopping 30 seconds between getting off my first plane and onto my second, our baggage was brought to the wrong carousel where we all waited for 45+ minutes to find out it was all sitting unattended in the middle of the floor near another carousel, my shuttle was an hour late, my bags were taken by a man on the shuttle, I found out my new room is actually an ex-laundry room with a grand total of about 50 sq. ft. with a 6 inch thick, horrible mattress, muddy floors and greyish walls (*please note in my profile I am a certified clean freak), when I went to unpack my comforter it ripped sending feathers EVERYWHERE, and last but not least, woke up in the middle of the night to pee and fell down the stairs and cracked my toe nail in half! Phew, and that's how my new adventure began. I do have to give myself credit though, through all of this, I did not cry once, and impressed everyone with my new found inner calm (ha!).





How It All Started...

Love child aka Hailey
You know, it's kind of hard to pinpoint a specific time where the possibility of me up and leaving the "mainland" first started to grow. I guess perhaps if I was to go way back, it may have initially started when I left home for college with a long term boyfriend. We were best friends, grew up together actually (I'm talking pre-school here), and more or less lived together for the past four years. We definitely had fun, and even got a puppy together (our little love child as our friends called her).
But you know, the comfort of having someone so close to you, during the time of your life where you are supposed to "find yourself" isn't perhaps the best thing - which I have recently discovered. I never really had to go out on any limbs to make friends, I had him, I wasn't forced out of my comfort zone, and even though I technically lived in the dorms - if I remember correctly, and I do - I slept there a grand total of one night! Why would I? He had an apartment all to himself, and it happened to be awkward roommate-free!

... So anyway, it comes time for us to graduate, both of us completing college in three years, and we both have "real person jobs" as I like to call them (basically a job that requires a degree, 40 hours+ a week, benefits, blah blah you get the point) lined up. So here we are 21 and 22, out of school, careers ahead of us, our love child/puppy, and an apartment together for the fourth year in a row. I was very happy and proud for us, but as the 9-5 went on I became a little envious of my friends that were still in college, serving at restaurants, sleeping in, staying out late, etc, etc...

Anywho, summer rolls around and my cousin and I fly out to Hawaii to visit our relatives. I was in Hawaii for 2 weeks and I fell in love! For the first time, I wasn't ready to come home when it was time to leave, I wasn't home sick ... in fact, I didn't really miss home at all. Something about it here I just liked, loved! Hawaii made me calmer, more peaceful. A backdrop of mountains that end in crystal clear ocean, with palms trees, cool breezes, rainbows, sunsets, breathtaking hikes (not just because of the view - literally breathtaking if you've ever hiked Koko Head), the list goes on! I had two close friends in Hawaii as well, and they planted the seed for my idea to come back and live here.

What a scary thought!! Leave my boyfriend/bestfriend of 5+ years, move farther away from my family, quit the teaching job that I loved, and move halfway around the world! I can't do something like that... it doesn't follow society's timeline (aka graduate high school, go to college, get a job, get married, have kids, retire, die - fun huh?) ... but that's exactly why I did it!

... One week after I returned from my Hawaiian vacation in June, I booked my one-way ticket. Probably the most difficult decision I ever made. And you know, I tried to talk myself out of it, even coming up with excuses for why I couldn't/shouldn't go. But something in the back of my head wouldn't let me stay, something told me I had to go, that I needed to experience life on my own, figure myself out a little, take a step back before I grew up too fast, got married, had kids, and then, realized I never had any adventures in life. So here I am, Hawaii, my Never, Neverland, where I came because I wasn't ready to grow up quite yet.

Honolulu, Hawaii