Once again above the 50th parallel.
The household is experiencing a slight case of 19°31'51"N, 156°00'48"W withdrawal - seems like everything needs a little toasted coconut and some fresh fruit to make it good, and drinks just don't seem to taste right without one of those teeny umbrellas in them. In our experience, this syndrome lasts a week or two, occasionally longer...depends on how much rain we're getting.
Not that there is time for moping around, you understand. Spring is on the way, and FolkFest is right around the corner...more on that later. Contractual obligations have us making public appearances for a few weeks, but after that, we're gonna be pretty damn hard to get ahold of. Word around the campfire is that the Annual Spring Freakout is gonna be a good one this year.
It's still raining, and our coconut coffee (Lion, brah...broke da mouf) is getting lukewarm, so check out some tropical scenes while we mug up.
We dig turtles.
Did we mention that we dig turtles?
Are you sure?
This guy tried to sell me insurance out on the Lanai one day.
Aloha, mahalo nui loa