ALOHA, THE SAD ONE

Aloha means love, hello, and goodbye. So today's aloha is the sad one. I never like to leave Hawaii. I think it's paradise.
My final routine is always the same - go to the beach, but don't swim because I've already packed everything -- sit there and feel sorry for myself because I have to go home. Walk along the beach and try to imprint everything in my mind so I won't forget a thing, which, the older I get the more difficult that becomes.
This time I returned all the treasures I had picked up off beaches and left them to their natural habitat. It was a little rainy this morning, nothing serious, but enough to create a big giant rainbow, a promise that means I will return to Hawaii. (I made that up for myself. I get ridiculous about leaving here.).
Our trip to the airport was ridiculous. Even though we walked up two stops early, the bus was still crowded and it was hard to find anyplace to put our suitcases. And then, when we were just leaving Waikiki around Fort DeRussy, they stopped the bus and made us all get on another bus. Fortunately bus number 2 had more of the kind of seats you can push your luggage under, but it was still crowded AND there was a wheelchair on board as well, which eliminates 5 seats.
Believe it or not, Honolulu airport doesn't have free wi-fi. WTF? On the other hand, I love Hawaiian Air. The employees are friendly, the food is good, and they give you free wine with dinner.
We watched a movie about the kamehameha schools song fest, which was really interesting and which I now want to find out when they stream it on Hawaii Public TV. Every student has to participate or they don't graduate. Student directors are selected for each grade level, for boys, for girls, and co-ed performances. It's a competition. The music can be old or new, but it is in the Hawaiian language, which all students learn. There was also an article in the in-flight magazine about the songfest. I think you have to actually have native Hawaiian blood to go to the school. It is as prestigious as Punahou school, but Punahou was originally started for kids of missionaries.
But wait, our flight gets better. The inflight movie was Chasing Mavericks, which is the best surfing movie I've ever seen. Almost made coming home worthwhile.