I expected to enjoy a break from the gray of Portland.
I expected to like the pace of a vacation on the beach.
I expected to find beautiful scenery in Hawaii.
I expected to have fun with Barry. That's a given.
I had no idea I'd truly feel like a little kid again.
I had no idea I'd laugh more than I have since I can't remember when.
I had no idea I'd become so fond of a state I'd never thought much about before.
I had no idea I'd cry when we had to leave. Three separate times.
As a man on the Wiki Wiki Bus at the airport said, "Going home is a son of a gun."
A few days of photos to follow...
That was a long blog break I didn't mean to take. And it's going to be followed by a long break that I do mean to take. The past few weeks have been busy ones including a wonderful visit with my in-laws and all of the fantastic eating that goes along with such visits (Happy Belated Birthday, Mike!), a broken down car (again), long walks to and from work, and a work trip to LA. Barry's had his plate full with work, too. But as of today we're catching our breath. We're getting on a plane headed to Maui. Maui! See you when we return.