Let's go back to Hawaii, shall we?
Mom and I woke up early Sunday morning, however dad had already left on an early morning bike ride. It was his birthday, after all.
So we sat on our Lanai, she sipped tea, I sipped coffee, and we both ate Cheerios.
I worked a bit on my travel journal, which in turn, becomes this blog.
We decided to explore a little bit around our hotel while waiting for dad to get back from riding, and we found this cute hut with a game that is a Hawaiian version of Checkers.
It was actually a lot of fun, but mom ended up beating me pretty badly. Which is good, since I had beat her during giant yard checkers a few days earlier.
When dad got back, we headed up to the Royal Lahaina to book our Snorkel trip for later in the week.
It was a bit of a jaunt, and I was hungry, so we sent dad back on foot to get the car to pick us up, and take us to lunch.
Extra special treatment for the birthday boy.
We had lunch at a restaurant on the water, Koa's.
Dad was thrilled about turning 63.
Mom is thrilled he is older than her.
We explored a bit more, and my hair decided to go Island Style, a la Monica Gellar.
After lunch we went back to the hotel to spend a quiet day beside our whale shaped pool.
And beside some reptilian friends.
These two make retirement look hard.
After our busy afternoon of reading and resting, we moved our dinner reservations back a half hour, so I could be sure to catch the sunset.
My favorite part of every day.
(I think it was my mom and dad's favorite too).
It did not disappoint.
This also did not disappoint.
And neither did the Banana Volcano Eruption.
How do you say hallelujah in Hawaiian?
Happy Birthday, dad!
So glad I got to spend it with you.
Not a bad way to start the next revolution around the sun!