BLOG: Leni’s Hawaiian Adventure PART 3
Ok, so Sunday got away from me folks and Monday too and lo and behold, here we are smack bang in the middle of Tuesday. I will try to recap as best I can, the main bullet points from those two and a half days, as I see them.
Sunday we took the quarter-million-a-day-rental car and drove around the island. For miles and miles, we drove along towering cliffs, overlooking a perfect blue ocean, complete with crashing waves and misting sea spray. This would have been nothing short of replendent, if I hadn’t the night previous dreamt of being in a car that went sailing off an enormous cliff and into the rock riddled ocean, below.
In the dream, my friend Kathryn from Primary School, was in the driver’s seat. She lost control on one of the hair pin bends, identical to the ones we found ourselves traversing on Sunday. As the car went sailing over the edge and terror gripped me, I began to unbuckle my seat belt, realizing that if I landed in the ocean wearing it, I would be trapped under water with not quick way to free myself from the car. Before I could unfasten it however, Kathryn calmly yet assertively said: “Don’t. You. Dare.” At once I understood that the belt was perhaps the only thing that would save my life, when we finally crashed onto the fast approaching rocks.
Look, I despise people describing their dreams as much as the next guy, but I tell you this simply as justification for why the entire day sucked for me on Sunday and why I spent most of it waiting for my dream premonition to come true. (In the dream we landed on dry land, the ocean had disappeared, e seat belt had saved me. So.) Monday was President’s day and Mum was keen to hit the outlet malls for the sales, so away we went, blessedly not a cliff edge or crashing wave set in sight.
By now Ryan and I had more than spent the vacation budget, so the shopping trip was more of a window shopping trip for us, at least. I personally, have never understood the appeal of window shopping. Why would I want to look at stuff I can’t have? I imagine if I were male, that I would feel much the way about strip clubs. (Speaking of, we passed a Hawaiian one yesterday, sign out front simply read: “Naked Lady.” ‘Just the one?’ I mused. If it was yer day off, did the joint just become beers and microwaved snacks, or what?) The President’s day sales prices turned out to be somewhat laughable, further evidence of the: “You’re on an island, what are you gonna do about it?” local ethos. Still, Mum managed to pick up some “bargains” and Dad bought me a nice sundress and also a baby doll for Anika, so all in all, it was a pleasant day.
That evening, Ryan and I offloaded the little one to my parents and went to enjoy a much needed date night. We chose a beautiful restaurant overlooking the shore front, which frankly seemed way out of any reasonable persons price range. Key point of note here: one way my husband and I differ, is thT when the budget becomes tight, I go into “I can survive on half a meal a day mode!” whereas he goes into: “we’re gonna be broke when we get home anyway, so we may as well spend the remaining funds on Wagu beef!” mode.
The appetizer I ate as an entree, was absolutely exquisite, I must say. it was a delectable sea food platter and oh boy was I loving every mouthful of it. our waiter proved to be somewhat of a distraction through, eyeing us as though he thought we might do a runner and not pay. He was so brazen about it, we probably should have.
Another interesting thing about dinner was the table of fifteen Asians adjacent to us, who were “celebrating” a wedding, as evidenced by the bride and groom seated at the table’s head. The amazing thing about this group was that they remained throughout the course of our dinner, virtually silent. I gaped at them openly, considering how anytime there are fifteen of my family gathered, the noise levels registers as easily, among one of the loudest things in the known universe.
Full of bite size lobster and silent Asains wonder, we made our tired wayback to the hotel, another day closer to having to head home…