As I was writing about my many adventures in Mexico, I recalled my four trips to Hawaii. It makes me realize what a crazy ass life I have led.
I was a computer software developer and crazy traveler. I could be amazingly creative, and then have the money to do whatever I wanted.
I vaguely remember one summer I spent three weeks in Mexico and as I was walking to the plane to go back to the States, the police pulled me out of the line to question me because I was so dark from the sun. I convinced them I was American and they let me get on the plane. Before the days of passports...
As soon as I arrived at SFO, I flew to Hawaii for two weeks. It's amazing I didn't croak from skin cancer decades ago.