Unbeknownst to me there was some Hawaiian festival happening at the park right next to my house this weekend. Joy and I walked on over there to a bigger gathering that i saw from the street. There were lots of food vendors and shopping vendors and a huge stage setup for some hula and native dancing. The sun was bright and hot and everyone seemed be enjoying some shaved ice. This was a painful sight because we already agreed that we weren’t going to have any hawaiian food until our trip at the end of the month. But since we were there already we succumbed when we saw fresh malasads being fried, and got some somen, poke and of course some fruit punch for lunch. There were a lot of pacific islanders there, smells of the lilikoi, and the sweet sound of the ukulele so now i really can’t wait to get onto that plane and fly to the middle of the ocean.
