One of Kara’s friends from Portland has been staying with us this past week. She wanted to go to a luau, so on Tuesday night we all went to the Old Lahaina Luau. This is the first luau that we’ve been to since we moved here, and it was lots of fun.
Luaus have always been a bittersweet experience for me; there’s nothing better than experiencing music, hula dancing, delicious Hawaiian food, and the warm evening breeze. All of your senses are inundated with many pleasurable things and you can’t help but be lulled into a foggy dreamland. For those few hours, you are living in a fantasy. But, always pecking at the back of your mind is “… and I have to leave this and fly back home in 2 more days.”
As the luau on Tuesday started winding down, I started feeling the usual sadness. It was an automatic reaction, I have been trained that the end of a luau means a soon departure from the islands. “But wait,” I thought, “this time you don’t have to leave.” And yet there were so many people at the luau that WOULD have to leave soon. That realization made me even sadder for some reason. I suppose I was projecting my feelings about Hawaii onto all of them...
Now if only I could describe what my feelings about Hawaii actually are… I guess now I have a topic for my next post.
ryan and I went to the old lahaina. we really liked that one. we went to another one on oahu and it sucked. It has been said that the old lahaina is more true to the history of the luau. It was a good expierence.
aaaaaaaaaaaah, don't be sad dude..
I will be with you in spirit...