Honolulu, Hawaii
I saw the room fill with angels
Age 20
The night I arrive here miracles happen.
My friends do not meet me at the airport,
as they have mistaken the time of arrival. I am twenty and not too worried, not as much as I should be, for I do not
know of any hotel to stay at.
Disembarking from the plane I smell
the air and it is so fragrant with flowers, as though every square inch of the coountry was sprayed with orange blossom perfume,
I cannot believe it is real. A young woman on the same plane as I walks down the steps ahead of me and I note she is
wearing a completely see-through dress, voile, and showing bra and panties!!!
I take the budget bus into town and
get off at the most famous shopping mall. Malls are familiar to all North Americans and in spite of the orange blossom
perfume, and necklace of orchids around my neck, and the coconut vendors, I feel oddly safe.
The miracle is that I run into all my
friends here and do not have to take the return plane home. They have managed to be competent enough to rent a two-storey
house where The Doors and The Rolling Stones play morning till night.
I can't say I learn about a foreign
culture. Not only that, my boyfriend has sent me to have a rest holiday, because I am weakened by a recent hospital
operation. Though we are engaged to be married, he trusts me.
This holiday is similar to many taken
by many: sun, surf, and sand.
