For everyone looking to fall in love, I highly recommend the Big Island of Hawaii. The weather encourages wearing few clothes, the radio waves are full of reggae and love songs, people are relaxed and carefree (for the most part). I went back to Hawaii in December of 2006, and within a few weeks was engaged in a once-in-a-lifetime kinda of romance. We slept on a grass mat on the beach beneath the stars; he climbed a coconut tree to make a palm leaf rose, spearfished enough fish to feed the beach, etc, etc. It seemed to good to be true. It’s more than another place, it’s another reality. When I returned home to Oregon 8 months latter (for better or worse) the relationship came to an end. Now I have a scrapbook full of Hawaiian photos, a head full of loving memories, and a new perspective on life, love, and happiness.