When I turned 49, I decided it was time to gift myself a trip to Hawaii.
At that point, I’ve been a “divorced woman,” “single mom,” and “household head” for a while. I was used to being “solo” at home. I have been traveling
around the globe by myself on business trips. I liked the freedom of traveling
alone. I have traveled on vacations with only the kids to new places across
different countries for many years now and enjoyed it. I never felt out of
place because I was not with a man by my side.
Still, until the age of 49, I have never traveled solo for
pleasure.
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I love Honolulu. The hotel has a lovely terrace restaurant
next to the pool. I put on the turquoise dress I bought in Greece a few years ago
and took my book.
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A table for how many, mam?
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Table for one.
I smile. I feel so free and happy.
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Just for one?
The young hostess looks confused.
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Yes, just for myself.
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Okay, don’t worry, I will find you a good one.
I was not worried. Should I have been?
She takes me to a table somehow in the corner with a splendid view. Gets the sit
for me.
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Here, she says. We will take good care of you.
This is nice. I have never
had such a kind hostess. But somehow, she acts like she is taking care of an
invalid. Or am I imagining it?
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What would you like to order? A cocktail or a glass of wine to start?
Ok, it starts to feel normal.
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A glass of Pinot Gris, please.
I relax on the chair and start to look around. The restaurant
is not very busy yet. Some couples and families with kids. A pleasant
atmosphere. Soon will be sunset, and I will have a perfect view from my
table to enjoy. I am not taking my book out yet.
In just a quick
moment, the waitress comes with the Pinot Gris. Wow, this is fast service!
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Here is your wine, mam.
The waitress is closer to my age. She
smiles. I smile back.
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Are you all right, mam? Is there something we
can do for you to help you be comfortable?
It’s my turn to be confused. I am very
comfortable. Don’t I look relaxed?
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I am just fine, thank you for asking. I can
order now.
When she comes over with the food, the feeling that there is something I don’t quite
understand becomes stronger. She puts her hand on my shoulder. I’m getting uneasy.
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If there is anything we can do for you, anything
at all, just let me know. I’ll be coming to check on you often.
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Thank you, you are very kind indeed. I am perfectly
fine; it is a wonderful evening, and the food looks delicious.
As she leaves, I open my book on the table. I can see her looking back at me. She notices my book, smiles back, and
nods approvingly.
I figured it out by the end of the trip. A
single woman (my age??) having dinner in a restaurant in Hawaii is unusual. With
the book by my side, I became socially acceptable.
Back in Seattle, I’m still wondering if I somehow
missed the clues all these years. I chose an Italian restaurant close to home
to go out for dinner. Nobody cared if I had a book or not. Thank God!