Island Time becomes a valid measurement within the first few hours here: the heat, the humidity, the speed limit (45 mph), the locals sauntering along beaches in little more than a few strips of Spandex.

Hyacinth & frangipani blossoms kicked up by the feet of minstrel roosters. So much seafood. So many tattoos.

No light pollution, no walled restaurants, no A.C.

No wonder you’re convinced, by happy hour on Day One, to find a stretch of land with a view, build an ocean-facing lanai, and live breezily ever after.

(Vintage Postcard – Having Fun and Sun in Waikiki, Hawaii sourced, without changes, by Flickr / Thomas Hawk.)