Mister and I spent our big anniversary on the Hawaiian island of Maui. To say it was grand would be the biggest understatement to pass my lips in adulthood. Let me just qualify it this way: it was greater than I had dreamed.
Hawaii can be predictable, with its luaus and rituals. But you know what? When you’re there, you don’t care! You’re happy to participate in any and every little thing that makes the place so, well, Hawaiian. For the record, Mister and I did not attend a luau, as we’ve done that before. But we hadn’t had tropical drinks in hollowed-out pineapples, so we jumped right on that one…
For the most part, we did a bunch of nothing. We did drive up Haleakala one day, where we were above the clouds. But we were too danged lazy to get up for sunrise, so that will have to wait for another time.
We almost managed to not get sunburned. But we went for what was supposed to be a short oceanfront stroll, and somehow managed to get lost. (I kid you not.) Cut to 3 miles later, and yes, we had gotten too much sun.
We ate magnificent food and we drank magnificent elixirs. People were friendly and the weather was beautiful. It would be easy to say Maui delivered everything we expected. But that wouldn’t be accurate. For we received so much more than expected, and we were all smiley and hand-holdy before we knew it.
There are about a jillion and one places I’ve never been and would love to visit. But I’ll tell you this: if I could go back to Maui next week, I would. And the week after that, and the week after that, and the week after that…
