Not many of you probably know, that the first state of the USA that I visited ever was Hawaii. I stayed there for 25 days. Nothing can beat that excitement and anticipation when my plane landed. It didn’t matter that I just had a minor surgery a week before the visit. You wanna know why?
First of all, I wanted very much to see the place where my parents lived for several years. You see, they’ve been to different states in the US but Hawaii is very close to their heart. In fact, my dad has been going back and forth to Hawaii when he was younger, but he had finally stopped traveling since he turned 65. My eldest sister and her family also resides in Hawaii and to top it all, I have tons of relatives and friends living in Hawaii.
That first visit was tiring but enjoyable. There were parties thrown in my honor left and right, that I wished I could say “enough”. But how can I ever say that, when in those parties, which they call as welcome party, guests that the hosts invites to the party gives money as welcome gift. One day they took me to a “tour around the island” within Oahu, which was like a convoy of cars, about 30 of us. I got to see breath taking sites and beautiful homes all over the island. How can I forget the homes in Hawaii Kai. In fact, my cousin Rina lives there. They used to rent a condo in the same area but recently they just acquired a gorgeous 5 bedroom home. She’s so proud about it because she and her husband thinks that it is a prime investment.
I spent 5 days in Maui. My cousins were teasing me because they didn’t think I’d be willing to get on the plane to Maui with an old aunt. Oh well, she was the only available person that can accompany me and I wanted to see the place. When we got there though, with younger relatives around, the fun begun. We stayed at Wailea, in my aunt’s home. I had so much fun on the beaches and touring around seeing picturesque views of Maui. I wound up getting burned from too much sun exposure.
Being in Hawaii, is like being home. I just love the place, it’s like paradise. That’s why I’ve been there two times already. Everywhere you go, there’s a Filipino lurking in a corner; you hear them speaking Tagalog. Oh, and the food. You’ll never miss Filipino food because there’s plenty of stores catering to the Filipino community. And mind you, tons of Filipinos own imposing properties all over the islands in Hawaii. I don’t mean to brag, but modesty aside, most of my relatives do have those lovely homes. They just have the mentality that Hawaii real estate is a winning investment.