K started work this week.
And with that, I’m left with a finite number of days to make the most of my time in this beautiful place and be useful in the process.
In two weeks, I start hula classes. Everyone back home laughs when I mention this. Our idea of hula is such a bastardization of how beautiful and intense it is. I’ve come to understand that it’s key to understanding Hawaiian culture and history. It’s funny because I get very serious and righteous when people laugh even though I don’t really know anything yet. I’m going to Michelle’s teacher and I’m excited about it even though it feels intimidating. There’s a list of things I have to bring on the first day including a three ring binder. I feel like buying a trapper keeper.
In other news Beth came over for lunch today. I told her the other day that our blogs are like sisters. She’s kindred.
Three One Nine 
yaaaay! lunch was great. that’s rad that you’re taking hula lessons!