THE ROMANCE OF HAWAII
As Michele chomped into the volcano, Bruce erupted with laughter. “Make sure it’s the chocolate, not the lava rock,” he warned of the latest amenity in their room at the Four Seasons Resort Hualalai at Historic Ka’upulehu: a small black volcano spewing red sugar-paste fire and squatting in a field of crushed Oreos.
Call it part of the “Aloha experience” on the west side of the Big Island – officially, Hawaii Island – where the resort’s tropical paradise is flanked by volcanic crags and blue Pacific serenity.
Surf’s not up, but neither are temperatures, which average 85 in summer and 78 – brrrrr! – in winter. Forget glories of seasonal changes and embrace the mellow, sometimes hippie-haven vibe of Hawaii’s largest island. It’s home to just 150,000, with no traffic jams, unless you count dolphins and sea turtles.
Even nearby Kona airport is gorgeous – Balinese roof-topped and open-air. Also relaxed is the dress code. The hotel’s general manager wears shorts and untucked Hawaiian shirts to cocktails. Signs almost could read: No shorts, no flip-flops, no service!
Michele and Bruce arrived as two Hawaiian virgins sacrificing their wallets to the gods of idyllic chill-outs – and promptly understood why Hawaii is heaven.
MICHELE: Type-A moi relaxed so fast. An hour after getting lei’d (sorry!), we dozed in clamshell daybeds overlooking soothing surf. I could get used to that!
BRUCE: Talk about ambiance. No buildings rise above palms. No touristy shops push postcards or T-shirts. Even the tiny laundry trucks are camouflaged with flora illustrations – I almost bumped into one!
MICHELE: Upon waking my first thought was, “Another day in paradise!”
BRUCE: And another morning of gorging. We thrived on the breakfast buffet of pineapple, papaya, blackberries, scones and a daily twist on eggs Benedict, while watching others work it off paddle-surfing.
MICHELE: Then came our toughest decision: which pool, chaise longue or cabana we’d hit.
BRUCE: Being skittish grownups, we skipped the family-friendly whopper pool – the Sea Shell – and resisted the natural tropical fish-filled King’s Pond…
MICHELE: Saltwater, hair highlights – a wacko combo!
BRUCE: …but loved the placid, heated Beach Tree and adults-only Palm Grove, with its sunken bar at pool’s edge.
MICHELE: I HAD to belly up to that bar for an umbrella drink, as on our honeymoon!
BRUCE: Yet it wasn’t all sloth. I learned the hippy hippy shake to hula at the Four Seasons’’ Cultural Center. Sans grass skirt – which would have been a drag.
My highlight was caravaning across the island in a jeep behind Four Seasons’ chef Jim Babian to tour Wailea Agriculture Group’s farm, just north of Hilo.
MICHELE: But your hula hips didn’t lie: an R-worthy performance.
BRUCE: And though we skipped the Jack Nicklaus-designed golf course – except the view – I canoed. No canoodling, since you skipped out. But I almost dated a dolphin who swam up so close.
MICHELE: Poor me, I was stuck at a pool watching nannies chase their Burberry- and Missoni-clad charges. (Didn’t spot any celebs – though Glee’s Lea Michelle, Mariska Hargitay and Bill Gates are regulars.) I felt like a star, as I savored an alfresco massage at Hawaii’s top-rated spa, then napped with a waterfall at
my feet.
BRUCE: Life’s hard. But I also loved little things, like the Surf Shack out of Hannah Montana with its shakes and smoothies.
MICHELE: I’m more high-maintenance. My highlight was caravaning across the island in a jeep behind Four Seasons’ chef Jim Babian to tour Wailea Agriculture Group’s farm, just north of Hilo. We wheeled through five climate zones, from jagged inky volcanic boulders (with sun-bleached pebble eco-graffiti) and arid Australian savanna to rolling Irish meadows, towering tropical rainforests and finally the coast.
Arriving after two hours, marketing director Ciro Tacinelli quipped, “Well, time to go!” Fortunately we didn’t. Babian whipped up an outdoor family-style feast of lime, lychees, nutmeg and hearts of palm – all grown on the farm. We returned to another gorgeous spread, aglow in the resort’s gorgeous sunset. We’d marvel, click our iPhones and get results that’d impress even Ansel Adams. “It calms my soul just to look!” a friend later raved.
I know I breathed deeper and slept better than ever – once we unplugged the room’s rattling fridge.
BRUCE: I wish I could bottle Hawaii and drink it each day, especially the gentle yet fervent “island spirit” – a breezy calm that removes you from rat-race woes.
MICHELE: It didn’t hurt that the Four Seasons took care of our every need, even giving us a flashlight, book light, sunscreen, toaster and umbrella we never needed (with only 10 inches rainfall yearly). No need to pack. For sure, we’ll be back!
LEARN MORE
• Four Seasons: www.fourseasons.com/hualalai
• Also Hawaii Tourism: www.gohawaii.com/big-island
• Wailea Agriculture Group: waileaag.com
By Michele Meyer & Bruce Westbrook
Photography provided by
Four Seasons Image Library
































