We left Grand Rapids bright and early with a four year old who was overly excited to spend the next twelve hours on planes. We arrived in Kauai early afternoon, in time to enjoy happy hour at the Lava Lava Beach Club and walk on the beach.
We've been going to Hawaii since I was 14. Most of the time every other year - sometimes two years in a row. When people hear we're taking Lily along, they think we're crazy but I wouldn't have it any other way. This was her third trip to the island and she acts like she owns the place. People also think we're crazy when they hear we just sit around the pool and the beach and we're not running around trying every excursion. It's not that it's expensive (excessive drinking all day isn't cheap - don't worry I replaced my side of the booze budget with more than 3 meals a day), it's just that Hawaii is our happy place. As my mother calls it - our home away from home. We visit to unwind.
We have our traditions. The first night always means Keoki's for dinner and Hula Pie for dessert.
We have to get burgers at Bubba's no less than 3 times. We have to try and fill a Lappert's frequent ice cream buyer card. The list goes on and on. Sometimes I document it so I can see the changes from year to year. Sometimes I just take a mental picture.
We have to get pork nachos and margaritas at Breneke's while we watch the sunset over Poipu Beach.
We get up and watch the sunrise over Shipwreck Beach.
We park ourselves at Hanalei Bay and watch the surfers.
The first Sunday means we get up at 6:00am so we're at Kalapaki Joe's by 7:00am in order to see the Lion's kick-off. Mike swears we've never seen the Lions lose a game in Hawaii. And this year wasn't any different.
We have to take our picture next to the Crazy Shirts guy.
We go back for our second Hula pie.
We have to drive to the top of Waimea Canyon even though we've seen it countless times and it's guaranteed I'll get car sick.
We have to go to Jo-Jo's for the best shave ice on the island.
But most of all - we soak up every minute of this precious time we get to spend together. Before we get back to the reality of work, e-mails, dance classes, and chaos.
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