In order to plan the perfect Hawaiian getaway, one that would put my dreamy honeymoon to shame, I channeled my inner Monica from Friends. I researched for days, cross-referencing every review site and travel blog and adventure listicle under the sun. With enough historical, and geographical information to give Lewis & Clark a run for their money, it was decided that Oahu was the place to be. We came across this beachside bungalow and were instantly charmed, it also checked off all the right amenities. The stunning pictures do not even do it justice. An expansive grassy yard, fully gated, 100 yards from the sand and the glorious ocean? Are you kidding me?! Paradise, we know her now.
If you’re familiar with Los Angeles, North Shore is quite similar to staying in Malibu with its picturesque views and ideal location equidistant to nature, the city, local mainstays, and the historic town of Haleiwa when it’s time to shop. From this perfect bungalow, our access to activities sounds downright fictional. On land, we bike, hike, and discover local food trucks. On the water, we boat, kayak, snorkel, swim with turtles, and watch dolphins (yes, dolphins) splash in the surf. Best of all, the owner is kind, gracious, accommodating, and treats us like family (ditto for the local contact Betty). Even when Hurricane Douglas threatened to roll through, we felt looked after and as though we were truly part of the community. This place is pure magic and I couldn’t recommend it more. That is, if we ever leave and let someone else enjoy it in our place.