Hi everyone! I realized that I never finished my Hawaii blogs from a month ago. I have them saved on my computer, but they’re so outdated that half of the writing is irrelevant. I guess it’s good to still have them diary-style though…
I still have lots of pictures to share from that vacation, so here!
I call this one “Pineapple in Paradise.” Travis still had to work on Friday, which left me alone with the hotel room and Hawaii in general. Since I had flirted with the city (see: the journey to Leonard’s), I just wanted to relax, hang out on the balcony, and eat some pineapple.
Funny sidenote… have any of you ever had pineapple burns? I had never experienced them until this tub of fruit. When pineapple is under-ripe (I wouldn’t have known it; it was already so sweet!), it produces an acid on your tongue and if you have enough of it, it burns just like a hot substance would. I hated it and I had a miserable two hours afterwards. When I say miserable, I really mean that I’m sorry to any stranger or tourist I met afterwards and complained about my pineapple tongue to.
… so on and so forth. I’m usually no frills when it comes to beverages. I’m not into super sweet, processed, order-something-with-a-dumb-name beverages. In Hawaii, supposedly that’s just the way you’re supposed to do it.
You know the couple that just hangs out in swimwear at the pool/beach bar and just lounges around while drinking brightly colored cocktails? Guilty!
I overdid the Lava Flows though. By our first night, the boyfriend and I were known to have drinks down at the lobby, and then order our last round to share on our balcony (notice how much I loved this balcony?).
I think I had my last one about 6 hours prior to leaving Honolulu. At this point, I was in a sugar coma and vowed never to order a blended beverage ever again. So far, so good. It really is just way too much.
The MF-in’ FOOD!
Oh yeah, pictures or it didn’t happen.
Saturday morning, I didn’t plan on running, but since sleepyhead boyfriend isn’t down with 6 am like I am, I got bored and laced up.
I was just going to run a little, but then I felt bad for not having shared my Leonard’s experience with the boy. I headed up, waited in line, and grabbed a half dozen to bring back to the hotel.
Leonard’s is almost 3 miles from the hotel and remember, I just told you I bought a half dozen malasadas. I tied the bag of malasadas to my running belt, realized that I would probably have to hold them since they were too heavy and were bouncing around everywhere, and jogged on. My goal was to get them back as fresh as possible.
So are you picturing it? Girl running with a box of malasadas through the streets of Honolulu, sweating and sweating hard. Oh, it rained, too. Hard.
I made it back to the hotel, slammed the hotel room door open, and yelled, “TAKE A PICTURE OF ME!” (For blogging purposes only. It was a funny story and I had every intention of posting it here.)
T replied, “You don’t want anyone to see a picture of you right now…”
Our (only) date night in Hawaii was a planned sushi date. Unlike Australia, we had the luxury of Yelp-ing and Urban Spoon-ing places to eat at. We stumbled upon a sushi restaurant in the Waikiki shopping area. We had dinner outside on their terrace, overlooking the city.
OK, so now you’re caught up on Hawaii.
Time flew by and far too quickly, but we managed to take a couple of balcony (I ❤ balconies) sunset pictures while we were there.
Again, I am really fortunate to have had the opportunity to experience Hawaii for the first time. It sucks that it was just a little teaser, but whatever. I’ll be back.