(Post translated by M. da Silva from Spanish Aloha girls )
Cinnamon hands place crowns that give off aromas of magnolias over tired shoulders. The same hands that weave, each morning, freshly cut rosy and white plumerias. Aloha, a sentiment transformed into fresh flowered leis. A unique offering for the Island wanderers.
Magical hands bathed in kukui essence travel over bodies defeated by exhaustion, liberating the contained energy after a ten hour flight. A true odyssey towards the east to reach these islands, the most isolated on the Pacific, the most sought after. Firm hands raise arms and legs to the rhythm of the lomilomi, the Island’s traditional massage.
Tender hands weave baskets from palm tree leaves and offer the sailors coconuts, pineapples and morsels of kalua, island pork wrapped in banana leaves and slowly roasted underground. And let’s not forget the sweetest corncobs in these lands. The offerings of the Luau. Fruits of paradise carefully placed over the sands. An unparalleled experience.
Winged hands that tell stories of love and promises, of mountains and valleys, of rainbows and oceans. Hands that caress the breeze between the forehead and the stars under a cascade of orchid sprinkled hair. Hands that envelop the air with echoes of ukulele and sway curvy hips to the rhythm of the tides. Hula on the beach at sunset.
Aloha Girl’s hands offer refuge to traveling souls within the pacific bosom of these primeval lands. And so, they are flooded with energy and calm and abandon themselves to the waves and the sky. Mahalo