#683344 added January 11, 2010 at 12:42pm Restrictions: None
Kailua
This story makes me incredibly sad. I used to live in Kailua. I loved the soft white sandy beaches. I learned to swim in the protective cove that is Kailua Bay. Walking the beach used to be my therapy when things were rough. There was a house that was a marker to turn back. I called it “The South American dictator,” house because it looked like a place Eva Peron would step out and wave to crowds far below. The Spainish style balcony (or so it seemed to me) of the house was so out of place to the easy Island aloha.
I am so glad I have beautiful pictures before the soil erosion took place.
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