My dad was in the Navy so, for some of my childhood, we moved every couple of years and one of those moves was to a little island far off the west coast of the USA called…Oahu. We had been living in the Pacific Northwest (which I later discovered was the SAME TOWN Debbie Macomber lived in and used as inspiration for her wonderful Cedar Cove books) and arrived in this place called Waikiki. It was hot and the sand burnt our little shoe-loving tootsies and our pale Pacific Northwestern skin was quickly red as a crab and, overall, my siblings and I (all under the age of ten) were ungrateful little so and sos until we discovered the joys of jumping in the sea and not instantly going numb (I’m sure those of you who live in Scotland will also appreciate this).
Our poor attitude were quickly regrouped and soon we all loved it. This was Hawaii some time ago, but as I discovered on my belated honeymoon (ten years ago now!) there are elements of it that are exactly the same. The speed limit maxes out at 50mph. There is a downpour near enough eery morning, but nothing so horrid as to dim the delights of the beach. Hanama Bay, where I learned to snorkel seems to have even more wildlife than I remembered because it’s now a protected park with timed entries to make sure everyone, including the turtles who swim around the shore, all have ample room.
I just wrote a book called Hawaiian Medic to Rescue His Heart and writing it was sheer joy – one of those truly happy trips down memory lane. Not only did I revisit my honeymoon, I revisited my childhood and found myself happily slipping into island time…that relaxed pace where you simply have to believe everything will get done as and when it’s supposed to. A bit like believing you’ll find your one true love I suppose. And what better place to fall in love than a tropical island where time takes on another dimension?
Also – I’m going to be honest with you here – really honest. Even though it was invented in Canada…I am a HUGE fan of the Hawaiian pizza. Judge me if you will…but nothing beats that magical combination of salty ham and sweet juicy hot pineapple on a deeeee-licious pizza crust. In fact – it’s not even 6AM as I write this and already I know what I want for supper tonight.
So get yourself a snack, grab your next travel-inspired M&B/Harlequin and slip into island time as your book whisks you away to another world of love and romance. (What did you eat? I love snacking and reading!) ALOHA MY FRIENDS! xxx