I finally understand!
Like a mirage, the white vessel; strange to the setting, blew my mind away.
The morning was bright and warm; a real Hawaiian Summer day when I got the phone call that challenged my early peace.
“You must see it,” said the voice on the other side of my sleek iPhone. “It is amazing!” it continued. Really? How amazing could it be?
$300,000,000.00 amazing.
As I drove past Sunset beach on the North Shore of Oahu, my vision became a blur. Seriously? I asked myself.
Anchored, majestically charming but strange, the “A” was causing a commotion in my quiet, quaint neighborhood. I felt restricted to the setting, and could not think of anything else rather than the day the Old Hawaiians faced the Resolution. As I watched the neighborhood become stunned by its majesty “A” my vision started to clear.
My God, I finally understood!
Suddenly my mind jumped back to 1779, when Captain Cook first arrived in the Islands.
History tells us that the day Captain James Cook anchored the HMS Resolution at Kealakekua Bay, on the Island of Hawaii, 235 years ago; the natives of the islands became aroused by the strangeness and grandeur of the ship. It is also speculated that the Hawaiians believed that the Resolution had brought back their God, Lono. Without hesitation the natives of Hawaii swam out to the Resolution and Cook welcomed them with grace—perhaps.
Captain James Cook, one of the greatest British navigators, was on a mission to find a “Northwest Passage around the American Continent” which led him to the Island of Hawaii. It was Cook’s third expedition to the Pacific and his last one.
After mapping the coast of North America, James Cook returned to the Hawaiian Islands where he had briefly visited the year before. Cook’s return to the Islands marked the beginning of a new era for the Hawaiian Islands, thus, giving birth to Hawaii’s romanticism.
I don’t know what led the “A” to the islands, or perhaps; I know too well.
When I tell my “local” friends that the Hawaiian Islands have been romanticized for hundreds of years they hardly believe me. Of course they don’t understand me. How could they? They were born to the setting and to them their warm summer days are just similar to their warm rainy winter days with the big ocean waves breaking on their white sand beaches. I will keep explaining—I don’t think they will get it.
Like the “A” I choose to be here, but unlike the “A” which is embraced by the deep blue see and has the stunning view of our Paumalu hills, my view these last two days have been this majestic, strange ship, and unlike the Old Hawaiians of Kealakekua, I’m containing my urge to swim out and crawl into the magnificent “A”— afraid to be rejected, but tomorrow is another day, and if the “A” still here, I may make history.
As I drove past Sunset beach on the North Shore of Oahu, my vision became a blur. Seriously? I asked myself.
Anchored, majestically charming but strange, the “A” was causing a commotion in my quiet, quaint neighborhood. I felt restricted to the setting, and could not think of anything else rather than the day the Old Hawaiians faced the Resolution. As I watched the neighborhood become stunned by its majesty “A” my vision started to clear.
My God, I finally understood!
Suddenly my mind jumped back to 1779, when Captain Cook first arrived in the Islands.
History tells us that the day Captain James Cook anchored the HMS Resolution at Kealakekua Bay, on the Island of Hawaii, 235 years ago; the natives of the islands became aroused by the strangeness and grandeur of the ship. It is also speculated that the Hawaiians believed that the Resolution had brought back their God, Lono. Without hesitation the natives of Hawaii swam out to the Resolution and Cook welcomed them with grace—perhaps.
Captain James Cook, one of the greatest British navigators, was on a mission to find a “Northwest Passage around the American Continent” which led him to the Island of Hawaii. It was Cook’s third expedition to the Pacific and his last one.
After mapping the coast of North America, James Cook returned to the Hawaiian Islands where he had briefly visited the year before. Cook’s return to the Islands marked the beginning of a new era for the Hawaiian Islands, thus, giving birth to Hawaii’s romanticism.
I don’t know what led the “A” to the islands, or perhaps; I know too well.
When I tell my “local” friends that the Hawaiian Islands have been romanticized for hundreds of years they hardly believe me. Of course they don’t understand me. How could they? They were born to the setting and to them their warm summer days are just similar to their warm rainy winter days with the big ocean waves breaking on their white sand beaches. I will keep explaining—I don’t think they will get it.
Like the “A” I choose to be here, but unlike the “A” which is embraced by the deep blue see and has the stunning view of our Paumalu hills, my view these last two days have been this majestic, strange ship, and unlike the Old Hawaiians of Kealakekua, I’m containing my urge to swim out and crawl into the magnificent “A”— afraid to be rejected, but tomorrow is another day, and if the “A” still here, I may make history.
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