I don’t usually live this tropical of a life.
For the past five months, island adventures and tropical themed parties have been the setting for my summer.
After a series of events, we booked a trip to Maui.
Day One
Jordan likes to relax on the beach with a Mai Tai in hand, while I like to pretend I’m Dora the Explorer/Lara Croft.
After feeling restless in the sand for an hour, I asked him to make the 40-minute trek for banana bread at a little shack called, Julia’s.
We drove on the winding road, passing the postcard scenery at every turn.
Forget The Road to Hana, I created my own adventurous trail.
The Road to Julia’s.
It wasn’t until the double highway turned into a one-way dirt road, where the drive became less romantic, and more nerve-racking.
The things I do for food.
Was the bread worth Jordan having a panic attack on the highway?
Not really, but watching the experience of a trailer pass us on the above road was priceless.
Day Two
When I wasn’t on a quest for food, another activity I enjoyed was walking down to the beach to watch the sunrise (who am I).
*~ReFlEcTiOnS~*
We did enjoy the beach eventually, but then Kendall ruined it.
She spilled my drink, broke my Giggles bag, and weighed far too much to be carted around.
Day Three:
We decided to take a snorkel trip to Molokini, and a few other popular spots on a boat titled “Maui Magic.”
The Maui Magic made me have a deep appreciation for our founding fathers who floated over on the Mayflower.
No cookies tossed, but definitely silence, despair, and dark stares into the deep.
I was rejuvenated after I met a sea turtle, and I swear the turtle looked into my soul and said, “I’m saving you, Lisa.”
Day Four:
My two favorite Disneyland rides came to life (Jungle Cruise & Indiana Jones) on the Road to Hana.
Waterfalls, vines, and LUSH greenery with every stop.
We discovered the Lost Ark in Hana:
What a gem, and what a cheeseburger.
I did feel guilty after I asked what was the best local item on the menu, and this is what our waitress was referring to…
Day Five:
After Kendall spilled my drink, we learned our lesson, and brought our reusable cups from the last time we were at the Sheraton.
Desperate for a refill and a deal, we thought,
“What could they have possibly changed since May? The color of the tops?”
They changed the tops.
Rats.
They still gave us the refill and the deal, and we enjoyed our last day at the beach.
So much so, we went into Lahaina, and I purchased four different items with the slogan,
“Catnapple” on them.
I thought my purchase was funny at the time, my bank account the next AM…not so much.
Mahalo, Maui, and Catnapple to all.
XX,
Giggles
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