It‘s relative, personal and not up for debate.
I am wondering exactly what is my idea of Shangri-La.
Could it be this nightly scenic view from the front porch of the house where I stayed in Kula, Hawaii?
Or this one? Time suspends on the beach.
Perhaps paradise is heavenly Maui coffee at Grandma’s Coffee Shop a half mile from home. It’s not a fancy place by any means. Who cares? Everyone packs the joint on Sunday morning.
Rumor abounds that Oprah appears for breakfast when she is staying down the road at her plantation.
Lastly, this just might be paradise if you are a horse.