So, we went to Hawaii, Honolulu more specifically, and the Kahala Resort to be exact. It's a hotel on the southeastern end of the island in a quiet residential area. The resort has a private beach, three restaurants, and a helpful concierge, so all you need is handy.
|View from our balcony.|
On really sunny days, we might position ourselves in the shade of a palm tree or expose our tender Ohio skin to the full rays of the sun. We'd test the water, feel the sand, sip some coconut water, think about what we might have for lunch and read. I read Benjamin Hale's The Evolution of Bruno Littlemore and began Major Pettigrew's Last Stand. We became familiar with the other guests who all seemed to be either from Australia or Japan, determining which of their little kids were sweethearts and which were terrorists—Charlie from Australia should have been strung up by his thumbs for his bad deeds, but the Japanese brother and sister set were a delight.
|Palm trees on the little Kahala peninsula.|
But sometimes we'd have dinner at Plumeria, which was meant as more of an everyday spot, still good but not as grand or pricey. They celebrated the Chinese New Year there with fireworks, Chinese musicians and a buffet. Here is one of the dragons from the special presentation—it's the year of the dragon:
|It only looks like the dragon is eating the woman.|
And we found a few things to amuse ourselves. We went on a helicopter ride that toured all of Oahu.
|We are not wearing fanny packs! These are life preservers.|
|Waikiki as seen from the helicopter.|
|A steep hillside and the tiny shadow of our helicopter.|
|Two humpback whales near Pearl Harbor.|
|The memorial, which was haunting and solemn, I felt.|
|Visible remains of the USS Arizona|
where more than 1,000 men are entombed.
And we got to all of these destinations in a Mustang convertible. So, yes, Honolulu is nice. I'll look forward to the next time we get to go there.