Several places I've lived have been described as "paradise." When I lived in Hawaii, friends wrote and asked whether it was really true, whether it really was "mai-tais on the lanai" and fun on the beach. Well -- yes, it was, but it was also the same daily chores we have everywhere -- work, dishes, cleaning house, paying bills. Real life doesn't disappear in "paradise." But, you do get to forgo the time spent on scraping ice off the windshield and shoveling your car out of the snow (which I had my fill of in Chicago!), and you can walk on the beach in the winter.
Although typhoons are a possibility in Hawaii, we didn't have one during the three years we lived there. We escaped hurricanes in Puerto Rico (arriving the year after Hurricane Hugo did so much damage) but did experience several tropical storms. Now, in Florida, we wonder what's in store.
Most of the year it's beautiful here. My Florida friends say the risk of hurricanes is worth it. I hope so!
Yesterday was a glorious day. Perfect for walking, riding a bike, or enjoying a book in the hammock. We rode our bikes the usual six miles (some days it's not so pleasant -- too hot, too humid, or chilly and windy) and it felt like paradise.
In the "winter" (I still think it's amusing they even use the term here), it's often warm enough to go to the beach but not warm enough to swim, with the water under 68 degrees. Still, it's lovely to walk on the beach with bare feet in the sand . . . even if I have to go home to deal with roof leaks, an ant invasion in the garage, and a mis-adjusted sprinkler system. Real life exists everywhere . . .
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