|the view from our room. I don't blame you for wanting to slap me a little right now.|
|just look at those |
Lots of local color:
|hibiscus. I think.|
|artsy-fartsy Haleiwa, the Breckenridge of Oahu|
|at the open market in Honolulu's Chinatown. pret-tty sure this guy is stoned.|
|famous North Shore shrimp truck. Each serving comes with seven pounds of butter! (approx)|
Happy, relaxed boys:
|a boy and his dad|
|freckles to die for|
And a whole lotta this:
|does this beach towel make my leg look fat? oh, who gives a crap. someone bring me another margarita, stat.|
The air there is ... perfect. Soft and gentle, and the ideal blend of warm and cool. And there is actual moisture in it, unlike the air in my home state. The few times I ran, I felt like superwoman in the midst of all that oxygen. The people are laid back and super friendly and everyone says aloha and mahalo all the time.We saw miles and miles of beautiful pineapple groves, uncrowded beaches, and green, green mountains. I got to wear nothing but bikinis and sundresses and flip-flops for a whole week, and I didn't even bother sucking my stomach in. We all slept deeply and uninterrupted every single night (this is VERY unusual in my house).
I'd love to tell you more, but I have to get up at 4:00 a.m. to board another plane, this time to Washington, DC for work. I am trying hard not to be bitter - to be grateful, instead, for the gift of the lovely week my family had together. But I can't say I won't be tempted to tap on the cockpit door and ask the pilot if maybe he'd consider flying in the opposite direction.
*I'm finding one-word post titles a little boring, and difficult for wordy me. Hang with me, won't you, as I experiment.