Girl's trip to Hawaii. Rosé, food, fashion, martinis, beaches, champagne. The tickets were bought, our bags were packed. We were ready to rock n' roll.
This was back when I was a city princess and living the "good" life. I seemed the same as my friends at first glance, superficial and happy with it, but in reality we didn't have much in common, we were just always together, and at the time I couldn't tell the difference. As the trip was approaching, I realized I wasn't like them, and that I didn't want to be like them. Money, men, and partying were their favorite topics and I couldn't keep up with that every day; our outlook on life was not the same. I got sick of the lifestyle and it showed, from the way I smiled to the way I spoke. I figured, if I was going to travel with these girls, I might as well get some work done while I was at it.
A few days later, already in Hawaii, I called my assistant and had her book a photographer. The photographer my assistant booked was based in Kauai; I was in Honolulu. There was no way I was going to Kauai, so I asked my assistant to fly her over, but she reminded me that Kauai was probably the most beautiful island in Hawaii. Even then I wasn't sure to go, it would mean waking up at dawn, going through hours of applying makeup for the shoot, and traveling alone. I wouldn't have gone had it not been for my friends; they were often partying, drunk, or impossible to deal with. The next day I called my assistant and told her to book the flight. When I gave the news to my friends, they weren't happy, in fact, they were pretty upset that I was leaving before the trip was over, but I had to get away.
I barely got any sleep that night. I was nervous, and the fact that my friends were being drunk and loud in the bathroom didn't help at all. The next day, before the sun had risen, I hugged my friends goodbye and I took the plane to Kauai. At the airport, the photographer we had booked was there to pick me up. When I saw her I came to the first important realization this trip would bring: beauty is honest. I always considered my friends to be pretty, they had the glamorous attitude, slim bodies, great hair, etc. I used to think they were beautiful. But when I saw this woman, all island style, sitting in her truck with one foot on the seat and her chin resting on her knee, driving with no shoes or socks on, a 24 hour smile on her face, and a smell like fresh water and fruit, I understood what beauty was really about. She smiled at me and she seemed to mean it, it was something I wasn't used to, but something I was glad to finally see. I felt as if she was my sister. She introduced herself, told me to get in, and whisked me away to the waterfall.
To be continued...