As part of this month’s Travel Link-Up series hosted by Emma, Angie, Jessi and Kaelene, devoted to all the things we adore, the lovely Jamie at anglo.yank.ophile posted about her favorite breakfasts abroad. As I read through her post – and drooled at the pictures of gelato on brioche in Sicily – I thought to myself, “I don’t really have a favorite travel breakfast.” I combed through all our recent trips and while I love a good breakfast as the next gal, I couldn’t come up with anything that stood out to me above all else. Don’t get me wrong. I love pastry in France (even if it doesn’t love me back), a full Irish is never not appreciated, and I will search high and low for the best loco moco when I’m in Hawaii … And then it hit me. I *do* have a favorite travel breakfast and it’s in Hawaii. I’m not talking about pancakes with coconut syrup, although that’s pretty fantastic too.
No, I’m talking about the same breakfast we eat at the condos we rent, timeshare we exchange into, or the hotels we crash at every. single. trip. to the islands. In fact, a trip to the grocery store to stock up on this breakfast item is one of our first stops after picking up the rental car. I’m talking folks about bagels with cream cheese and local green onions, pog mimosas, and fresh local fruit, usually a mango, pineapple, and papaya, and sometimes if we’re lucky, passion fruit or guava. Seriously. We eat this every time we go to Hawaii. It doesn’t matter if we’re in a hotel room either. I’m sure the maids at the Kea Lani wondered where all those sesame seeds came from when they cleaned our room.
See? Same damn breakfast every time. And now I’m craving a pogmosa so, so bad.