The familiarity of life in the North Shore of Oahu for Kevin and I started on Dec. 4, 2010, we arrived at about 1p.m. Hawaii time. We met one of the few remaining World War II veterans who flew with us in the same plane, who came for the anniversary of Pearl Harbor. A man in his late 80's in such great shape with such confidence, talked to us about what he did during the war. From the airport we rented a car and immediately drove to our rented place in North Shore. In order to get to it, is a stairs on the side of the house. From the balcony is a sliding door that takes you to the studio, stepping inside takes you to living room area with sofa and chairs that is sort of old but very comforable. There is a television that can be turned to face the bedroom area behind the sofa. On one corner nook is a small dining table, next to the kitchen and then the bathroom. The place was gorgeous, it was a nice beach house but not that neat for the two neat freaks of us!! So we cleaned as soon as we got there. Kevin was happy when it was done, he readily went to surf. The smile on his face was the smile of a little boy so content, all tension of corporate job gone, he walked past the downstairs balcony and I can see the sand beneath his feet, he was carrying his surfboard in one hand. That was the happiest I have seen him over the years. I watched him from the balcony and my eyes followed him as the coolness of the breeze coming from the ocean touched my skin giving me an instant relief and feeling of relaxation.
There, I enjoyed cooking while I watched the surfers at Rocky Point.
