Not exact matches
We all have that one song that comes on when we are mindlessly shuffling through our playlists, which takes us
back a decade to a
road trip, a holiday, a beach day, a
rainy day, happy days, miserable days.
By the time we get to that perfect
road, Highway 250 north out of Waimea to Hawi, we're packing some major aloha - that's «love» to you haoles - and feeling as if our groove has come all the way
back from the flatline we've been feeling after a long,
rainy month on the mainland.
The
back roads were dirt and as I mentioned, it was unseasonably
rainy in the apparent dry season.