The McDonald's in Haleiwa, Hawaii blends in with the rest of the town in keeping with the sentiment of a lot of the local residents to keep the country, country. Aside from the gas stations, this is the only major corporate presence obviously present in town. And with the typically Hawaiian vegetation screen, it is not as obvious as it could be.
The McDonald's in Haleiwa, Hawaii blends in with the rest of the town in keeping with the sentiment of a lot of the local residents to keep the country, country. Aside from the gas stations, this is the only major corporate presence obviously present in town. And with the typically Hawaiian vegetation screen, it is not as obvious as it could be.
There is a McDonald's in town but I am voted down when I suggested eating breakfast there. It doesn't look like a typical McDonald's as it is tastefully hidden behind a wall of tropical vegetation apparently to conform with the rest of the town aesthetic. We instead go to breakfast at the Haleiwa Cafe. The same surfing waitress from the fancy dinner restaurant waits on our table. She works hard at many jobs so that she can surf. There was more surf talk. Everybody talks surfing. Then the daughter and boyfriend take the car for a day of surfing.

Since this is a vacation, I take a nap. However it is cut short when my wife points out that this is Hawaii and if I am to nap, it should be done on the beach. We bike out a mile-and-a-half to a public beach called Aweoweo Beach Park and we walk the beach in the surf spotting turtles swimming just off shore.

I have put on my black bathing trunks, taken off my socks and wear my flip-flops for this excursion. I do not like wearing shorts and leaving my feet unprotected but hey – you go to the beach with your wife and you have to make sacrifices. The surf feels good. This is my self-administered, tropical pedicure. After a half hour in the rushing sands and salt water, my feet look great. I mean really good; there is no dead skin or callouses anywhere and my feet have regained that ruddy color they had when I was 18. Okay 38, but you get the picture. Things are just getting fun on the beach when the daughter calls to say that we took the keys to the cottage with us. We did not expect her back so soon. I bike ahead so that I can let them in and my wife bikes back at her own pace.

When my wife returns I notice she had a basket with pink flowers that she pilfered from the side of the road. There are flowers everywhere here and often they spill into the road where it may be justifiable to cut some back before they take out a pedestrian. We often go round about the morality of cutting flowers from the side of the road. The daughter however, who worked at the botanical gardens in Miami Beach right away warns the wife about getting any of the sap from the highly toxic flowers she has in her basket on her skin. Well, there you go.