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HAWAII!!

So, going to try to sum up 7 days of fun in one post... (insert long dramatic deep breath here)

Day 1, woke up to gorgeous landscape, goofed off by the pool, drove all along the coastline visiting beaches, had REALLY good sushi, (by really good, I mean that Jason denounced our favorite Sushi spot at home) and finished up the night with some pretty tasty dessert!





Day Two:
We took pictures of chickens because they're EVERYWHERE. Yes, feral chickens, roaming around with pigeons, at the store, in the parking lot, next to the beach, at the pool, etc. Drove the beach line again, stopped at a tunnel we skipped the first day, which included a beach with mango trees. Jason and Brett tried to see their worth as "cave men" by trying to knock down mangos, which took more tries than it should have only to find that they couldn't open the mango or coconuts when they got them. (I should have taken a picture of that and loaded it on "fail".) We then walked a path along the water at Ke'e beach. At Ke'e there are paths that give you different hiking options. I like to call our second hike the "trail of death" at Ke'e. Try to envision totally not scary hike uphill with lots of rocks and running water over the rocks that makes it muddy and slick. A little girl walked it bare foot, it's really not that bad, I'm just a wuss. Either way, it was very worth it... Then, we went to Lumahai beach (most filmed beach on Kauai), we kept stopping there during the trip because it looks like so much fun.









Day Three:
Starts with Jason getting more comfortable with snorkeling in the pool. I was taking pictures and bragging about him like a proud parent, it was so silly. I was literally glowing and gushing. GROSS. I took some pictures of the landscaping  around the pool (SO PRETTY!), and then we drove and hour and half down to Poipu to snorkel there, because the waters were calmer on the southern side of the island at this time of the year. After 90 minutes of playing in the water where we saw a variety of fish and I picked up enough shells to satisfy my urge to put the beach in my pocket, we drove even further south west and got a glimpse of the Waimea canyon. We spent a LOT of time in the car that day, for 90 minutes in the water, which was kind of rough on Brett, he's not a car person. The saving thing was: Chicken in a Barrel. I asked the woman who runs the gift shop by the pool where she goes out to eat, and this was it. They really do BBQ chicken in a barrel, and the sauce is AWESOME.




Day 4:
Because we adventured so far the day before, we stuck close to home that day. We went Mini Golfing at a place 2.1 miles away from us, and it was not only a mini golf, but a botanical garden that showed the historical evolution of the foliage in Kauai. Somehow, I didn't take pictures of this, which I now wish I did. But I can say that dad got TWO holes in one and beat us all. Jason is still pouting. This is also the night we discovered Kauai Grill. After all the sushi we'd been eating, dad agreed to take Brett out for a steak, and Jason found this place as the best rated steak place on the island. Well, that's because they serve Wagyu beef and it is SUPER fancy. Brett said he had "a 90 minute orgasm in his mouth" and then a dry hump when he licked his plate. We were totally inappropriate for our environment, and it was a blast.  


Day 5:
After many days in a row of activity this is when the boys started to poop out. I was antsy, so we went shopping in the Hanalei Bay market area and also the Princeville Shopping Center. I had like, my second or third "shaved ice" which is like a snow cone but finer, like REAL snow. The Asian Plum flavor is my favorite, probably because it was so good that I wouldn't try anything else. =) So, I spent the day shopping and then harassing everyone as they were napping, and also pushing everyone to go out to the pool. We did end up going out for fish tacos down in the Bay, and that was fun.







Day 6:
Big day! We went on a helicopter tour of the island! Brett and Jason were so nervous, and rightfully so. There were turbulents and being that high up and then that close to mountains and water and everything was amazing. We saw the valley, and Waimea Canyon, the waterfall from Jurassic Park, and the Na Pali Coast. I also got a great shot of Hanalei Bay, where our resort is. I have a DVD to watch of the trip, but right now, I don't want to because I think I'll get depressed! Awww. Yes, I'm mourning Hawaii. I started pestering dad about when we would come back about 3 days in. We also got dressed up and went to Kauai Grill again, and it was awesome, AGAIN. Yup!














Day 7:
So, on the last day, we were going to be on a plane by 9:30pm, so it still felt like a full day, but not, because we also had to clean and stuff too. The guys were anxious to get home, me, I was definitely NOT ready to go home. Brett spent a lot of the trip talking about how he could live there if he brought his dog Booger, by the end of the trip, I was like screw all my stuff, leave me here!! We went to Anini beach for one last snorkel trip, and I saw a turtle! HUGE one. I also collected the last of my shells and sand, I have shells from every beach we went to. We also did some last minute shopping so I could finish getting things to bring home. Then, we drove to the airport (stopping to get Chicken in a Barrel again), returned the car, and spent FOREVER on a plane. I was awake for 30 hours straight, that was tough, but we arrived safe and sound, nothing damaged and we are back in action!







So, thinking about the trip, what I can conclude is that I am SO lucky to have an experience like this, to spend time with my boys and wake up each day to beauty, adventure and amazement at what this world has to offer.

Life is infinite in it's opportunities like these, so I've got more adventures coming, One less thing to worry about!!

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